Marc
Peg would beckon the speaker close and whisper, "I collect the teeth from live kittens and use them to make necklaces for Satan." -- from "The Incomplete Quad" in David Sedaris' Naked
One. I was hoping that this whole war debacle would finally kill off CNN's terrible (absolutely fucking terrible) Local Edition on the CNN Headline News channel. I know that sounds unneccesariliy selfish, but I was picturing wartime coverage twenty-four hours a day with tickers galore going in every direction (maybe even diagonally?), but I was misguided and mistaken. Local Edition, or at least the Peoria IL-based version of said program, is still alive and well. Ken Behrens is the one person on the planet who has the ability to ruin my day the last ten minutes of every half-hour, on the dot.
Two. The only part of the Oscars I saw tonight was Michael Moore's speech, and it's only because they decided to show it on CNN way after the fact as evidence that people sometimes say ungrateful things about this country, especially when there happen to be a bunch of those Hollywood-types present. I was somewhat offended by the way the news channel couched the introduction and summary of his speech in a why-do-people-say-things-like-this type of way? This is this nation's largest new network, right? And they were effectively saying, "what reason does he have for making this statement?" Fuck that. Let him say what he wants. I thought that's why we supposedly go and fight in wars like this, isn't it? For freedom's sake? I may be mistaken.
Three. On a much lighter note, I finally got to see Crapface the Cat for more than a few minutes the other night. I love that little guy, I really do. We played all of our old games -- chase Marc's bracelet, tie something around his waist so he can't walk, push the bottlecap, and so on -- but I found out that he has a new game ... Fetch! I couldn't believe it. I threw a bottlecap against the wall, he ran after it, put it into his mouth, and ran right back to me with it. Crapface is a dog in a cat's body. That's why I like him so much.
Four. I don't even want to talk about this weekend. I don't even think I could tell you exactly what I did this weekend. In my last post I reported that I was "hungover and slow and retarded." What I didn't write the next day was how I was "hungover and slow and retarded" which led straight into being "drunk and slow and retarded." I drank Keystone Light from roughly 1:30pm to 1:30am from Saturday afternoon to the wee hours of Sunday morning. We watched the Cubs game, bbq'ed, went to the bar, went to a party, and went back home to pass the fuck out. As a consequence, I wasn't suprised to wake up this morning finding that, again, I was "hungover and slow and retarded."
Up Next: Bob Marley's Rebel Soul; Paul Westerberg's Stereo; and Cat Power's You Are Free.
Tomorrow: Class. Class. Class. Home.
Peg would beckon the speaker close and whisper, "I collect the teeth from live kittens and use them to make necklaces for Satan." -- from "The Incomplete Quad" in David Sedaris' Naked
One. I was hoping that this whole war debacle would finally kill off CNN's terrible (absolutely fucking terrible) Local Edition on the CNN Headline News channel. I know that sounds unneccesariliy selfish, but I was picturing wartime coverage twenty-four hours a day with tickers galore going in every direction (maybe even diagonally?), but I was misguided and mistaken. Local Edition, or at least the Peoria IL-based version of said program, is still alive and well. Ken Behrens is the one person on the planet who has the ability to ruin my day the last ten minutes of every half-hour, on the dot.
Two. The only part of the Oscars I saw tonight was Michael Moore's speech, and it's only because they decided to show it on CNN way after the fact as evidence that people sometimes say ungrateful things about this country, especially when there happen to be a bunch of those Hollywood-types present. I was somewhat offended by the way the news channel couched the introduction and summary of his speech in a why-do-people-say-things-like-this type of way? This is this nation's largest new network, right? And they were effectively saying, "what reason does he have for making this statement?" Fuck that. Let him say what he wants. I thought that's why we supposedly go and fight in wars like this, isn't it? For freedom's sake? I may be mistaken.
Three. On a much lighter note, I finally got to see Crapface the Cat for more than a few minutes the other night. I love that little guy, I really do. We played all of our old games -- chase Marc's bracelet, tie something around his waist so he can't walk, push the bottlecap, and so on -- but I found out that he has a new game ... Fetch! I couldn't believe it. I threw a bottlecap against the wall, he ran after it, put it into his mouth, and ran right back to me with it. Crapface is a dog in a cat's body. That's why I like him so much.
Four. I don't even want to talk about this weekend. I don't even think I could tell you exactly what I did this weekend. In my last post I reported that I was "hungover and slow and retarded." What I didn't write the next day was how I was "hungover and slow and retarded" which led straight into being "drunk and slow and retarded." I drank Keystone Light from roughly 1:30pm to 1:30am from Saturday afternoon to the wee hours of Sunday morning. We watched the Cubs game, bbq'ed, went to the bar, went to a party, and went back home to pass the fuck out. As a consequence, I wasn't suprised to wake up this morning finding that, again, I was "hungover and slow and retarded."
Up Next: Bob Marley's Rebel Soul; Paul Westerberg's Stereo; and Cat Power's You Are Free.
Tomorrow: Class. Class. Class. Home.
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