From my pal Kaffy:

So, I get done with a City Council workshop I covered, and I head out to Johnson's Fish in Lake Station for Catholic Wednesday. This woman comes in and is showing one of the employees this stuffed dog that, when you press its foot, wiggles to "Singing in the Rain." I say, "That's cute," and the woman says, "You want it?" I say, "How much?" She says, "Well, on the Internet you'd pay $30, but you can have it for $10." So I bought it, and now I don't know what I'm going to do with it.

And I have "Singing in the Rain" stuck in my head now. Sigh.

Found on Wonkette:
TBogg wants your perkiest Bush/Cheney slogans, but he's already taken the good ones: • "America! It's Not Just For Heterosexuals Anymore...Okay. Actually It Is..." • "If You're Reading This, 9/11 Wasn't So Bad Now, Was It?" Some further ideas: • "Keep America Free From Ass-Fucking: Bush 2004" • "Re-Elect Bush/Cheney: You Didn't Really Want That Manufacturing Job, Anyway" • "Bush: He's Alive (Unlike Some Other Candidates We Could Name)" • "Vote Bush: It's Not Like He's Hitler" Edwards, of course, already has gobs of great slogans. But what about Kerry? "Bring it on"? It's not even original! What's next, "54-40 or fight"? Send TBogg your Bush-Cheney taglines, we want your Kerry ideas. We'll get you started: • "Vote Kerry: He Does Too Have a Pulse" • "He Was in the War, You Know." • "Kerry: Won't Sleep with an Intern. Unless You Want Him To." • "Kerry: Taking Your Guns Away With His Cold, Dead Hands." • "Kerry for President: Two Positions for the Price of One" • "Fresh Because He's Frozen: Kerry 2004" • "I'm Not Gonna Pay A Lot for This President! Kerry 2004" Perky Happy Fuzzy Baby Bunnies for Bush [TBogg]

The boys have been running around the crib like their tails are on fire all morning, much to the consternation of my downstairs neighbor, I'm sure. Then again, I can't stand my downstairs neighbor, so any little passive-agressive tormenting is a victory to me.

So I've been live for, what, five hours now, and I've already got relatives calling me and telling me that they don't want me talking about them in my "diary." Jeez, if you can't talk about how fucked up your relatives are, what else is there? That's, like, half my shtick.

I suppose I could start with a little bit about me: I'm a 34 year-old free-lance reporter for a newspaper in Northwest Indiana (aka "The Region", hence part of the reason for the title of my blog). I do editing and research, too, but more research than editing since ... well, I don't know why, really. But I edit, in case anyone's interested. So anyway, yeah, I live in the Region, which, at its closest point, is about 20 minutes outside Chicago if you drive like an idiot and traffic's not backed up to Michigan. (I live further east, so it takes me 30 minutes driving like an idiot,

Ok, I just got in and haven't had a chance to look around the place -- you know, get situated, put things where I want them, figure out the code, etc. But this is my blog, yo! Welcome to it.