Insane Troll Logic

2003-07-02T22:35:00.000-05:00

Well, I'm glad I switched over to LiveJournal. This new interface is bizarre.

2003-06-16T10:13:00.000-05:00

I've got a LiveJournal now. Will keep this account open, awaiting the moment when LJ makes me mad and I come crawling back to Blogger. But it might be awhile. A loooong while.

2003-05-31T23:05:00.000-05:00

Well, FINE.

So now the Blogshares bot finally finds my blog, just when it pissed me off and I decided to break up with it.

Well, something will have to be done.

2003-05-30T21:30:00.000-05:00

Well, that was interesting.

The tornado sirens went off earlier. Or are they for any kind of severe weather? I dunno, I'm not from here, I'm from a place where you have at least a week to prepare for severe weather. Anyway, we grabbed the kid and headed for the basement. And if we're ever going to be in the basement for a storm, well, we really need to clean it. It was a little kiddie minefield down there.

All seems quiet now, but that was pretty scary.

2003-05-29T22:15:00.000-05:00

TWoP

My good friend Jack has a link on his site to a very interesting article about how the recappers over at Television Without Pity have gotten waaaaaaay too big for their britches. This article was a long time coming, if you ask me. I used to have TWoP bookmarked, and I'd visit every day, mostly to read about Buffy. But over time, the tone of the reviews changed from funny to bitter and nasty, and for the most part undeservedly so. Contrast the Buffy reviews with the X-Files recaps, which, though just as disapproving, spewed far less bile. And I won't even get into the recaps of West Wing, where the recapper feels the need to insert her objection to Aaron Sorkin's even alluding to the possibility that there might be, somewhere on this earth, an Islamic fundamentalist who wants to do harm to Americans, into every. single. recap.

One of the things the article does not mention, though, is the degree to which dissent has been stifled on the message boards. Once they were a place to discuss the merits (or lack thereof) of the shows freely, and with humor. Now it seems that only the recapper's flunkies are welcome to post. Everyone else is shouted down, or whatever the version of shouted down in print is. I never participated in the boards for just that reason--I had enough of that cliquish shit in high school.

So it was with not all that much sadness that I deleted my TWoP bookmark a couple of months ago, when I realized that not only had I not visited the site in ages, but I actively did not want to. Did I think this last season of Buffy was great? No, I did not. But I looked to other groups, who have managed to maintain a level of intelligence and maturity, to discuss the issue. And these groups contain several BNFs who haven't gotten the "I'm so clever" disease, btw.

2003-05-29T02:49:00.000-05:00

AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!

So, every time I try to update, I get an error message from Blogger saying that there's something wrong with the code I have. Which I can only take to mean that one of my links is screwy, even though I know they aren't.

So I go to check my template, and where the code should be is a BIG. BLANK. SPACE. I couldn't change the code because there IS no code!

And I can't ask Blogger about this, since they won't answer questions from lowly little free blogspot users like me, oh, no. I have to PAY to have them deal with this? I don't think so.

So it's yet another template change, and once again all my links are kaput. I've disabled comments as well to see if that is the problem. Hell, no one reads this who doesn't know me anyway, so what the hell. Anyway, as soon as I have some spare time (yeah, right), I'm going to look into moving this thing somewhere else, or maybe just getting a LiveJournal instead. Then I could have icons and stuff.

Pissed. v.v. pissed.

2003-05-27T00:42:00.000-05:00

More of the same. And it is PISSING me off now. That is all.

2003-05-26T20:25:00.000-05:00

Oh, Frabjous day!

Remember what I wrote about toilet paper? And how Charmin with Aloe lacked the heft of Charmin Ultra, therefore forcing one to make a choice? Well, no more, I say, no more! The good people at Charmin, in their grace and wisdom, now make Charmin Ultra with Aloe and E. I'm telling you, life just doesn't get better than this.

Man, you know you are old and sad when stuff like this gets you excited. It's this and advances in diaper technology that make up my world now, and that's about it. I need to play more computer games or something.

2003-05-23T21:50:00.000-05:00

No, really. Why?

2003-05-23T21:20:00.000-05:00

:::sigh::: Why isn't Blogger publishing my updates?

2003-05-23T13:03:00.000-05:00

The end of Buffy

Wow. That was--really, really good. Quite satisfying. Not perfect by any means, but close. I would certainly say it was one of the best series finales I have ever seen (I have a history of being burned in this regard--Twin Peaks, X-Files, etc.). Hit just the right notes, left the story open but didn't leave you hanging, and the good guys won. Thanks, Joss.

Now hurry up and finish "Fray."

2003-05-19T01:25:00.000-05:00

A subject of great importance

Those of you who know me know that I am a simple girl, with simple tastes. Not for me the designer clothes, high-end cars with satellite tv, fancy caviar, or name brand wines, oh no. Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill does me just fine, thank you, and I brought my own paper bag to put it in, too! But there is one item on which I refuse to compromise. One product for which I will accept no substiute.

Toilet paper.

There is nothing--nothing in this universe--worse than bad toilet paper. Oh, sure, in some places you expect the wince-inducing, slightly gray, sandpaper-like stuff. Rest stops, fast-food places, any public place where you wouldn't use the bathroom if you didn't absolutely have to. But why oh why do some people actually purchase this stuff for use in their own home? Why suffer through the indignities of Scottissue, or Quilted Northern, or that horrible recycled stuff (I mean, we recycle everything in my home and you won't catch us using that), when there is Charmin to be had? And don't quibble with me about the price, I buy mine by the flatbed at Sam's, so I know there are deals to be had.

And I'm not talking just regular Charmin here, either, though it is certainly acceptable. No, I'm talking about Charmin Ultra. Unless you have Charmin with Aloe, which, although lacking the heft of Charmin Ultra, makes up for it with soothing aloe goodness.

Come on, people! Be nice to yourselves! Buy the good stuff!

2003-05-16T02:13:00.000-05:00

Why, yes, I should be asleep.

Why do you ask?

2003-05-12T20:53:00.000-05:00

"Weirdness"

...as Frohike would say.

This weather is insane. I need to check my copy of Revelations to make sure this isn't in there. If I had a copy around, heathen that I am. Seriously, though, if we get a bunch of frogs or something falling from the sky, that is it.

The kid finally said a real word today! Woohoo! It was "gimme!" Oh crap!

2003-05-09T00:17:00.000-05:00

Where's the warm weather?

Okay, Weather Gods. It is May. I want to be able to put away the cold-weather clothes, but I can't. Because you won't let it get out of the 60s, and that's if we are lucky. I have a kid who is trying to slip out of the house any chance he gets, and I'd like to not have to bundle him up so much before we go outside. Plus, all his socks are missing and so getting to use his sandals--or even better, to have him go barefoot--would be nice. But if you don't warm things up, we can't do it!

And now it's raining like crazy, which means another day inside. C'mon, gimme a break here! The indoor pool isn't even open yet. Well, we can always color. Of course, by "color," I mean that he will bang the crayons on or near the construction paper, then decide that even though they tasted terrible last time, he'll try eating the crayons again.

2003-05-07T02:14:00.000-05:00

Look, something not related to Buffy!

The iTunes Music store kicks holy ass. I do think 99 cents for one song is a bit much (though a whole album for $9.90 is a good deal--if only I wanted any whole albums), I am loving the service so far (don't worry, Dave, I've only spent $5). Leave it to Apple to find a way to make music downloading work, legally.

2003-05-06T21:52:00.000-05:00

Joss. Wake up!!

We have two--count 'em--TWO episodes of Buffy left to go, and lo and behold, we got even more filler tonight. I mean, sheesh! The sexcapades were...interesting, and damn I was glad to see the Mayor again (best. big. bad. EVAH.), but come ON, man, didn't you have even the tiniest little bit of story you could squeeze out of this lifeless husk of a show?

Oh, and wow, Excalibur--I mean, the scythe that Buffy was after is Fray's scythe from the comic. Ooooh. Kind of late for a tie-in now, isn't it?

P.S., UPN promo department, may you ROT IN HELL.

I may have some non-Buffy things to say later, I dunno.

2003-04-30T21:26:00.000-05:00

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Third Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Moderate
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Very High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	High
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Moderate

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

Well, it's not like I'm surprised or anything.

2003-04-30T13:01:00.000-05:00

Grrrr. Arrrrgh.

There's what, four episodes of Buffy to go and we're still getting filler? I'm barely hanging on here. Although knowing SMG's reputation made the verbal smackdown of Buffy by the Scoobies much more entertaining. I think some of the actors may not have had to dig too deep to find their motivation for that scene.

2003-04-25T19:17:00.000-05:00

Note to self:

Do not forget to take your Celexa three days in a row.

To say my mood is black right now is an understatement. The fact that I have a whining, teething toddler (first molar) who doesn't want to let me use the keyboard right now isn't making things any better. To add to that, last night I learned that a friend of mine (really, more of my husband's), who I always knew was prejudiced, is an out-and-out racist. We had a bit of a screaming match, and it wasn't pretty. But man oh man, am I glad we didn't ask her and her husband to be our child's legal guardian.

2003-04-21T01:37:00.000-05:00

New does not always mean good.

Our cable internet provider (which is changing ownership/names/my email address for the THIRD time since we have been customers) sent us a brand-new cable modem and said we needed to use it because the old one soon wouldn't be able to do something important, or something like that. I don't know what, but there was a letter and they said so. Plus, it was NEW! And therefore must be better, even though there was nothing wrong with the modem we had. So we installed it, and went through the rigamarole of getting it set up with the network, etc. And guess what? Now you have to powercycle the damned thing several times a day! It'll just drop the connection for no particular reason, sometimes after only 5 minutes! Which means I have to shut down the computer and reboot, and I'm sorry but that's a pain in my ASS, and probably not good for the computer anyway.

AAAARRRGGGHHH. And I can't do anything about it, because the account is in my husband's name, but he has to actually, oh, I don't know, WORK for a living, so it's not like he has the time to deal with this. So I powercycle away.

Dammit, why isn't DSL available in my neighborhood yet?!?

2003-04-14T00:25:00.000-05:00

He's back.

So the husband made it back alive and relatively unscathed from the bachelor party, and he brought me the free chocolate his hotel gave him, so that got him some points right there.

Bottom line? Strippers are gross (my apologies to any of you in the exotic dance profession, but that's just how it is). Some of Dave's friends--though, I'm proud to say, not the prospective groom--are sad, pathetic men who were pegged right away as easy marks by said strippers. Hey, they may be nasty, but they know their audience. Anyway, for what these guys spend on strippers, I could feed my family for a month. And I am so not kidding.

The bachelorette party is this week. I can guarantee there will be no strippers present. Unless one of the girls attending is an exotic entertainer.

2003-04-12T21:42:00.000-05:00

Hoo boy.

My husband is at his friend's bachelor party tonight. All night.

I shudder to think what they are doing right now.

2003-04-11T12:58:00.000-05:00

Yes, we're all still here

Fear not, oh two readers of mine. We are still here, still plugging away. There's just been nothing to report lately. Nothing. Zero. My family is not a terribly exciting one (unless you are into analyzing mental illness, then we're fascinating), you see, and mostly we just, well, exist.

But today we got to play outside again! Today it was not raining or snowing or unseasonably cold. No, today was lovely, so we went outside. We even walked to the park and played there. Junior had never been to the park before, so it was a little overwhelming. After a brief conference, we decided to stick to the Little Tykes gym, since it seemed to be best for him, and concentrated our activities there. After careful examination of all it had to offer, Junior decided he would be most happy playing in the dirty water that had collected in a depression in the gym. Lovely.

How about the little clubhouse underneath, son? Look, you can open the door and everything! No, no, the dirty water was enough for him. Until he went down the slide. He was a bit reluctant at first (and what sane person wouldn't be), until we just slid him down--not to worry, Mommy held onto him the whole way. Now, this was something he could get into. So he slid down the slide approximately 394 times. Then he went over to the swings, pushed one, and--surprise surprise--it came back and whacked him in the face before I could stop it. Poof. Playtime over.

Of course, he was too tired to walk back home, so I got to carry him. Now we're both going to take a nap, thankyouverymuch.

2003-04-04T18:11:00.000-06:00

Welcome to the world, Ryan!

I'm an aunt now! Yay! Mom and baby are doing great after a delivery by c-section. Daddy is over the moon, and they are all exhausted. I can't wait to see the little guy, but now I have to pack up a bunch of baby clothes to ship down to them. The hand-me-down parade has begun!

2003-04-03T19:29:00.000-06:00

Auntie Gina

I just want to send lots of love, good luck, and a speedy and safe delivery to my sister, Jen, who is going into the hospital tonight to have her baby. May you have an excellent anesthesiologist, my dear, and may you quickly dilate to the point where you can get that blessed epidural!

All kidding aside, I'm gonna be a nervous wreck for her and her husband all weekend. She's so ready to have this baby delivered, it isn't funny. Plus I'm anxious to know if I'm having a niece or nephew!

2003-04-01T19:08:00.000-06:00

Enough already!

This afternoon, we were wearing shorts and playing in the backyard. Now it's freaking freezing outside and we've got the heat on. No wonder this cold will not go away. Make it stop!!!

2003-03-31T19:23:00.000-06:00

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2003-03-31T19:05:00.000-06:00

Duran Duran reference alert!

New moon on Monday! Heh.

I am such a loser.

2003-03-30T01:48:00.000-06:00

A night out.

Friday night Grandma & Grandpa babysat for us so we could go out and have a real dinner with real grownups. No highchairs involved! We had Ethiopian food (save the jokes, we're talking serious yummy goodness here), talked about things besides diapers and teething, and I even got to have an adult beverage afterwards. Mmmmmm, single malt scotch.

It was the first time we've really gone out without our son in months and months. I've been putting this off for too long, I know, but I just wasn't ready to leave him with a sitter. Even his grandparents. Now I'm totally ready, believe me. Grandma and Grandpa can babysit any old time.

Today, I did absolutely nothing. I slept late, played and read books (inside, sadly, since it's cold and yucky again), had lunch, and then we all took a long nap, had dinner, played some more, then the little guy had bath and bedtime. No Protestant work ethic for me, no sir. I am a great believer in the art of doing nothing.

Now Sunday, of course, will be a different story, as I have approximately 349 loads of laundry to do, the week's meals to plan, and we have to go grocery shopping. But today was wonderfully lazy.

2003-03-27T21:19:00.000-06:00

Owie owie ow ow ow.

My left wrist is killing me. I have no idea what, if anything, I did to hurt it, but it feels like I broke it, it hurts so bad. What's worse is that I am left-handed, so I am essentially crippled until my wrist decides it doesn't want to hurt anymore.

Honestly, I didn't do anything. I make it a practice to never exert myself, if possible, but this kind of thing happens to me all the time. When I was pregnant, I pulled a muscle making the bed (you laugh now, but trust me, when you're massively pregnant, anything is possible). I hurt myself so bad that from time to time, I'll reinjure myself by merely making the bed again. And yes, I do know how pathetic that is.

Of course this had to happen on a day when my son is acting like he's on crack. He hasn't stopped moving all day long, except when he took a 3 hour nap--from 3 to 6, of course, which will now mess up his bedtime. Seriously, though, he's been up since before 7, and he's been like a little monkey on speed all day long--a monkey who thinks that I would make a terrific climbing wall. Certain body parts should never be used as climbing holds. I'm just sayin'. He also barely ate anything today and didn't want to nap. When he finally went down, I crashed too--and we both woke up just as Daddy was coming home from work. Ooops.

Then the only thing he would eat is a PB&J sandwich (thank you, Smuckers, for inventing the Uncrustable!), so now he's reeling from the sugar high. Looks like we're in for a loooooong night.

2003-03-24T22:58:00.000-06:00

Dear Weather Gods:

Make up your freaking minds. My poor sinuses can only take so much.

Love,
Gina

2003-03-24T00:42:00.000-06:00

Academy Awards. Meh.

I missed 99% of the show, since we were driving back from the farm at the time. Besides, my little guy did not get a nap today (unless you count 20 minutes in the car going to the store), and to say he was cranky would be, well, I can't think of a suitably understaded and yet hyperbolic comparison, but yes. Cranky. We were watching a Baby Bach video to wind him down for possible nappage, and the image of a top (as in spinning top, toy, you get the idea) just freaked him the hell out. Complete and utter panic that would not stop.

Later, when we were getting ready to go, I tried the video again. All was well until that top came on the screen, and again, total freakout. He watched this same video the night before with no problems whatsoever. It was very strange. I had to take him into a darkened bedroom before he would calm down, so I'm thinking it had something to do with being overtired and overstimulated, but damn. You'd think aliens had abducted him in the middle of the night and performed tests on him with something that looked like that top.

But anyway, Academy Awards. I saw exactly none of the movies nominated for awards this year. Hell, I haven't seen a movie in the theaters since before my kid was born. I've more than made up for it with my Netflix subscription, though. Gawd I love Netflix. Wish I had seen more of the awards just because I like Steve Martin and think he's the best host in years and years.

But more importantly, my wonderful friends Sam and Jennie Hozman (see link at right) sent me their tape of the last Angel, so I can finally see the end! Wheeeeeeee! I love them very very much.

2003-03-21T15:10:00.000-06:00

My house is so cold!

Forget terrorists, I'm gonna get myself some plastic and duct tape just to stop the drafts coming into this room. My hands are so cold I can barely type!

Wouldn't you know that just when we bought 75 pounds of American cheese slices Sam's Club, the kid decides he doesn't like them anymore? Sheesh. Looks like lots of grilled cheese sammiches for Daddy and me.

2003-03-20T22:37:00.000-06:00

Did you know that Kenneth Cole and Tommy Hilfiger make shoes for infants and toddlers?

My god, my son grows out of shoes before I can get them home from the store! Why would I spend $45.00 on a pair of shoes he might wear twice? That's insanity!

2003-03-20T14:16:00.000-06:00

No wonder I can't get better.

Yesterday it's 40, today it's already 63 degrees and climbing. And I can't' shake this cough. The little fella, however, is doing much better--he's back to gleefully throwing his lunch onto the floor. I know I woke him up last night with my coughing, because I heard him talking to himself in his room. Luckily he just went back to sleep and didn't start crying.

And now for the obligatory war comment

I wish we weren't doing this. I think the administration is just trying to distract us from the fact that the economy is in the toilet and we haven't gotten Osama yet. I think it's a colossal waste of money and lives. That said, now that we've started it, we damned well better finish it this time. And make sure we take care of the Iraqis afterwards.

This is when I wish my husband didn't work in a federal building.

2003-03-19T20:56:00.000-06:00

Dammit!

Why couldn't they wait 10 more minutes to start the war? Now I'm missing the end of "Angel!"

What's that you say about my priorities???

2003-03-18T22:06:00.000-06:00

Just to show you how sick the little guy is

He stopped playing and cuddled up on the floor next to his father and fell asleep. He has never, ever, in his short life, fallen asleep on the floor before. I don't think even as a newborn.

2003-03-18T16:09:00.000-06:00

When it sucks to be a mom

Is when your little one is sick and there is nothing you can do about it. My poor little guy has a cold (I've got the same one), and a cough and a fever. The damned thing came on so fast--this morning he slept very late, which is unusual for him to say the least. Then, after being up for a couple of hours, he was suddenly on fire. Burning up, poor guy. And he felt so cruddy all he wanted to do was cuddle. He didn't even want to eat cottage cheese, which is his favorite.

Gave him Tylenol, the fever went down, called the doctor's office and talked to a nurse just to be sure nothing extra nasty was going around, and now he's napping. There has to be something going around, though, because I was on hold waiting for the nurse for several minutes, which never happens--usually they get to you in seconds flat (I looooooove my pediatricians!).

Poor guy. Other than a mild cold right before his birthday, this is the first time he's been sick. It's certainly the first time he's ever run anything more than the lowest of low-grade fevers. And I know that it'll pass, and that he'll feel better soon, but oh, the look in his eyes just kills me. And he's really been a champ about the whole thing, too, which makes it even worse, because I know he feels like crud--his body language just screams it--but he's been only slightly cranky.

2003-03-17T16:11:00.000-06:00

You just know that when Dubya was young, he was one of those annoying little kids who would refuse to acknowledge that he had been tagged. You know the type:

"Tag! George, you're it!"
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not, because I was touching base."
"Were not. Base is the front stoop, you were touching the tree."
"I made the tree a secondary base!"
"When?!?"
"Just now before you caught me."
"You can't change the rules in the middle of the game! We all agreed that the front stoop is base!"
"Well, I don't recognize your power to make the rules, plus it's my yard and I can do whatever I want!"

And he's still doing that to this day.

2003-03-16T23:43:00.000-06:00

Profound thought for the day

Chinese food = good.

2003-03-15T01:58:00.000-06:00

My house is a mess, I have several people coming over in 10 hours, and I NEED SLEEP.

That is all.

2003-03-15T01:09:00.000-06:00

"Dear U.S., Iraq is buying uranium from Niger. Signed, Epstein's Mother"

Why is no one talking about this, which seems to me to be extremely important? Embarrassing, yes, but if we're going to war based on this intelligence, shouldn't we make sure it's, you know, real?

2003-03-13T23:19:00.000-06:00

I just don't know about this Elizabeth Smart thing. While I'm glad she's home, make no mistake, I have my suspicions about the whole story. There are holes in this thing a mile wide, and no one seems to be mentioning them. Plus, this quote from an AP story on the case makes me even more skeptical:

Police questioned her aggressively about her identity, Officer Bill O'Neal said. He said she became agitated when officers asked her to remove her wig and sunglasses, and told them she recently had eye surgery.

"We took her aside ... she kind of just blurted out, `I know who you think I am. You guys think I'm that Elizabeth Smart girl who ran away,'" O'Neal said.

Ran away? Why would she say that? Also, if she was brainwashed, she seems to have snapped out of it faster than anyone in history. Look, I'm not saying this was necessarily all a hoax, but I just have some major misgivings about the whole thing. Plus there's just something about Elizabeth's father that gives me the wiggins.

2003-03-13T20:07:00.000-06:00

Says You.

So, I get this e-mail newsletter from Pampers because I signed up for coupons before the little guy was born. Anyway, the most recent newsletter mentioned some study that found that baby's colic did not cause depression in mothers. To which I say, HA! Unless they mean that it goes beyond depression and causes insanity, then sure.

2003-03-12T10:48:00.000-06:00

Freakin' Hotmail.

Please explain to me how changing the look of the sign-in page yet again will improve service, especially since now Hotmail refuses to acknowledge my password? Aaaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhh!

2003-03-11T23:25:00.000-06:00

Apple Rules.

Can I just say how much I love iMovie? Because I do. I took almost 2 hours of home movie footage and with no experience or special third-party software, edited it down to just over 45 minutes of cuteness (it's all of my son, natch). Did I need a big-ass manual? No. Did I need to spend days trying to make the program work? No. Was it criminally easy? Yes! Tomorrow I'll burn it onto DVD with my Superdrive, and soon the far-off grandparents will see their little guy walking and (almost) talking in living color! Take that, Windows users!

2003-03-10T23:50:00.000-06:00

Hideously offensive thing #473:

You know those ads for the 900# sex lines you see in the back of magazines? In the back of the latest Rolling Stone, they had one that read, and I swear to you this is a direct quote,

"Asian sluts luv bangee bangee"

I mean, yes, it's an ad for a phone sex line, but still. There's got to be a limit somewhere. I'm surprised they didn't spell "luv" with an "r." Perhaps that would have been too much, even for them.

2003-03-10T00:27:00.000-06:00

Okay, Crest. I caved. I bought your Whitestrips. The free disposable camera notwithstanding, I better see whiter teeth in two weeks, or someone's gonna have to eat some sickly sweet peroxide gel, dammit.

2003-03-07T21:46:00.000-06:00

I know I've complained about this before, in other places, but tough. Here I go again:

Why, why on earth would anyone think that a commercial featuring two old people making out--incredibly loudly, I might add--in the back of a car is going to make me want to buy it? Because that is, well, just gross. It's sick and wrong and makes me ill. I don't even know which car company it is, and I don't care. I change the channel whenever the commercial comes on.

And here's what I don't understand--they knew it was offensive when they came up with the idea! I mean, in the commercial, the guy driving and his wife (I'm presuming it was his wife) are totally disgusted by the making out. And who wouldn't be? So who thought this was a good idea? And then they add those nasty foleyed kissing noises. I hate those. No one makes those noises when they kiss. No one.

I mean, I love my parents. But if they made out in the back of my car? I'd have that thing detailed, reupholstered, and freaking repainted before I got in it again. So I am certainly not going to buy a car that inspires old people to get busy in the back seat. Ick.

2003-03-07T12:24:00.000-06:00

Oh, yeah, and President Carter? I admire the hell out of you, but that note to President Bush? Consider it cc'd to you (Thanks, Rick).

2003-03-07T12:23:00.000-06:00

Boy, it's hard to type with a squirming toddler on your lap. Then he gets off your lap, crawls under the desk, and promptly hits his head. I need a laptop.

2003-03-07T01:05:00.000-06:00

Why am I not sleeping yet?

2003-03-07T01:00:00.000-06:00

I think I have it now. So allow me to steal from myself:

Dear Mr. President:

You went to Yale.

You are (heaven help us) the leader of the free world.

It is pronounced NU-CLEE-AR, not NUKE-YOU-LUR.

Thank you.

2003-03-07T00:49:00.000-06:00

This is a test: this is only a test.

How lame to have a test message to begin, but I have no idea what I am doing here.