Somewhere between Bell's Palsy and death
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Color me impressed
All right, so the debate ... I think it went well for both of them, but I thought Kerry did a better job overall. (Full disclosure: This is also the first time I've ever heard Kerry speak at ay length about anything, so perhaps my judgement's a bit biased on that.) Still, Shrub, pregnant pauses though there were enough, didn't come off as a total retard. For once.

What it came down to for me was the closing arguments, and I'm all about Kerry's plan that we need to start working diplomacy back into our shtick. I mean, a person (or nation) really can be resolute and non-mambypamby in his or her beliefs without bullying others; I've seen it happen, even. I almost feel sorry for Kerry, though, because if he gets elected? Look at the shit he has to clean up. Not that I don't think he can do the job, but it blows to be put in the position in the first place.
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Face to face, sleep back-to-back
Right now, the boys are lounging on the office bed in somewhat of a '96' position: on the pillows, backs to each other. No, that does NOT make them gay, so stop it! (And y'all know who you are.)

So, can just I tell you I'm now addicted to ring tones? At $2.50 a pop, I probably shouldn't be, but "Brass Monkey," y'all! You can't turn down the "Brass Monkey"! Right now, I have it set on "Song2" by Blur -- you know, the one that goes "WOO-hoo!" I can't wait for it to go off during a big serious meeting. That'll be cool, huhuhhuhuhuhuh. (Beavis.) Next up? The Grand Master Flash version of "White Lines." ("Don't you get too high, baby.")

Won't be covering the debates tonight after all, but I will hunker down and watch them. Not like I'll have a choice, because Fox is broadcasting them, too. Should be interesting.
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Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Broads and their toys
I swear, I'm such a dude sometimes: The battery on my piece-of-shit cell phone was starting to go, so instead of being pratical and getting a new battery, what I do? I go out and spend $50 for a teenie-weenie little flip phone that's just so. damn. CUTE. Well, that and I upped my plan to Cingular's special 1000 minutes with rollover for $39.99, which is 400 more than I had, but I ended up relinquishing my unlimited nights and weekends. Honestly, though, I do most of my cell talking during the day, so 1000 miuntes equals out to, what, 6 hours or something? That could be enough, so I guess I was being sort of practical after all. Huh.

So, for the past few days, I've been sitting in front of a blank sheet of paper, trying to write Cousin Nancy a letter, and although Kaffy and I talked about what it should say, it hasn't been going as smoothly as I'd like.
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I had a Twix last night. Does that count?
This was bizarre: This morning, I dreamt that me, Mother and other people who I can't remember right now were living in a hotel (real similar to hotels that I seem to dream about all the time), but this time, it was more like a dorm than an actual hotel, if that makes any sense (and it shouldn't because it's a dream, and dreams aren't necessarily supposed to make sense.) So Dad walks in with his new mistress and her mom (!). He was talking to me about how this new woman was right for him, etc. etc., and I remember just not wanting to hear any of it.

Yeah, I don't know, either.
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Tuesday, September 28, 2004
When quizzes aren’t right
Wow. This couldn't be more unlike me if the BFKAS did it. [Courtesy of the lovely Whitters]
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Monday, September 27, 2004
Memeing the night away
All right, I'm phoning it in tonight, but it's a good meme. [Courtesy of Natalie]
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Sunday, September 26, 2004
Sing it, Mary J.
Anyone catch that "Fashion Rocks" show on Fox tonight? Tell you what, I'd have never thunk to have Mary J. Blige sing Janis Joplin, but she did a bang up job on it -- got the right amount of sassy without all the ubbawubba emotion.

Lessee, what have I been doing the past few days ... well, I have a new friend-crush in a huge way: Her name's Jill, and she works at Customs in Miller, where I spent more money this weekend (but not a lot of money, since I don't HAVE a lot of money right now). I ended up picking up the thing I wanted about noonish, and I bascially stayed with her until closing time, drinking champagne and talking about EVERY. THING. It was really very cool. She thinks I have good morals. Heh, sucker ... no, actually, she's probably right, at least on a lot of stuff. Other than that, except for taking Mother out to lunch and picking up her acid-reflux medicine earlier, I took advantage of not working and spent most of the time in the crib, either sleeping, watching TV or talking to Mer, who's doing just fine. Of course, now that I've had a little taste o' solitude, I need MORE, dammit. But that? will not happen since tomorrow, I hit the ground running by talking to Joe Oberweis, the dude who owns Oberweis Dairies (and Illinois UBER Republican, but I'm not talking to him about his political shtick.)

Speaking of political, I'm probably going to be covering a focus group watching the debates on Thursday. In the microcosm of NWI, that ought to be a treat.
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Thursday, September 23, 2004
Lost another local to the savages of war
From the DoD's Web site:

Pfc. Nathan E. Stahl, 20, of Highland, Ind., died Sept. 21 in Iraq, when his vehicle was struck with an improvised explosive device. Stahl was assigned to 2nd Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment from Fort Lewis, Wash.

I spent the majority of my evening doing some back-up for JB [UPDATE: John Grant Emeigh, aka JG EEEEEE-MAAAAAAY in Broad lingo, was the lead for the story, and JB and I were backup, just giving props where they're due] on this, mostly trying to come up with a yearbook picture of the kid. When I located the last one on file of him, I said to the guy from whom I got it, "Wow, he looks so young." And the guy says, "These are young kids fighting over there." And I was like, "Yup. Sigh." I mean, what the hell do you say, right?

Mother always tells the story of when she was a kid during WWII, Navy officers came to her parents' home to let them know that Mother's oldest brother was taken captive (by the Japanese, if I'm not mistaken). She was about 10 or 11 when it happened, and my uncle came out of it all right and everything. But when my folks went to adopt, Mother swore on all that was right and holy to her that she would NOT adopt a boy, because she didn't want to have those soldiers coming to her door like that.

My sincere sympathies to the Stahl/Nightingale families. God bless you for giving us your son, and God bless him for trying to keep our freedom.
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Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Oh NO! Mr. BUSH!
Cat Stevens is trying to get into the country! To spread his message of hatefully bad ...



70s schmaltz music.

For the love of God, people.
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Tuesday, September 21, 2004
I guess it got the cat thing right
Um ... not quite accurate, but I can deal:
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Open letter to a jackass (and you know who you are)
I sincerely hope you're taking advantage of the psychiatric help you said your family hooked you up with, because you desperately need it. Seriously.

The end.

P.S. When you take the rubber sheet off your bed -- and I have it on excellent authority that you have one -- you can say all you want about the condition of my crib. Until then, shut your Goddamned gob.
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Monday, September 20, 2004
It’s all Tara’s fault
I hab a code again, everyone, and although Tara says she started her 3-day flavored Z-Pak long before she and I hung out Saturday, I'm still blaming her, because I told her I would. In print. (Loveyoumeanit! wink

Family drama after the jump, since Kaffy, Tara and Greta got their updates live:
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Sunday, September 19, 2004
Why are there little bugs flying out of my toilet?
Seriously, I've got these little gnat-like things surrounding my commode, and I can't figure out why, because if there's anything consistently clean in the crib? It's the can. Ew.

Got the news today that my 17 year-old cousin got arrested and put in juvie; seems she and my crazy aunt were arguing because Cousin (for our purposes, we'll call her Juliet) lied to her yet again, and when Crazy Aunt told Juliet she would be going to therapy and liking it, fisticuffs ensued and Juliet jacked Crazy Aunt in the mouth (which is, like, the dumbest thing in the world since Crazy Aunt? Is a kickboxer with a blackbelt. I mean, she may be overweight and out of shape now, but she's still 5'11, and I don't think kickboxing is a skill you just unlearn). And Crazy Aunt is pressing charges, and I say, "You're damn RIGHT you better be pressing charges." Girl's got to learn that there are consequences to your actions (a trait that seems to be lost on the bio-fam sometimes), and if this is the way it has to be, well, I think she made a real unfortunate choice for a lesson. What scares me, though, is that the next choice she makes will be to become a balls-out thug instead of getting the shit scared out of her; I have absolutely no gauge as to which one it's going to be, either.

Anyway, I'm taking Crazy Aunt to the court appearance tomorrow, so I'm sure I'll have news at some point afterward.
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Friday, September 17, 2004
Just chewy Christ now
Another crazy day yesterday, trying to find where my biz assignment was happening, plus catching up on a story I accidentally blew off Thursday night. But I must tell y'all that I'm positively THRILLED to see that I'm not getting raked over the coals about my little Mother outburst.
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Thursday, September 16, 2004
Crispity Christ
3:45, or 15 minutes before I'm supposed to pick Mother up to run her errands, I get this phone call:
Her: Are you there? Or did you leave yet? Pick up if you're there, because I was wondering ...
Me (sighing resignedly): Yes, Mother, I got my mail.
Her: Oh. Did you get the picture of the baby?
Me: Yeee-es, and I don't know why everyone's freaking out about how small he is, because he looks like a normal baby to me.
Her:Don't yell, because that's what (another aunt who agrees with me) did. Anyway, wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk ... Are you ready to pick me up? (Keep in mind, we've just spent five minutes talking about something we could've just as easily talked about when I pick her up.)
Me: Well, I was going to jump in the shower ...
Her: We won't have time to go, and I just want to go through the drive thru for a grilled cheese sandwich ...
Me (Looking at the phone like she's high on crack): What drive-thru has a grilled cheese sandwich, Mother?
Her: No, I meant Schoop's (a local burger place).
Me: I just told you I had Wendy's for lunch -- a HAMBURGER.
Her: Well, what else can you get there? (Have you forgotten that this is 15 minutes before I'm supposed to pick her up?)
Me: Well, let me jump in the shower, and I'll call you when I'm down there.
Her: But that'll take an hour (!) and ...
Me (Growling at this point): Fine. I won't take a shower, then.

Instead, I will blog about how you can be INSUFFERABLE PAIN IN MY ASS! GAH!
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