It was my original intention to reply to this comment at NiT by some dude named Dave, explaining that what I meant by “the president’s speech tonight was fine” was merely this: “Fine” as in not great, not horrible. Just … meh. Satisfactory. He didn’t have that smug grin on his face and he didn’t say anything that sent me into fits of giggles. I thought it was professional and forceful enough to be called…
But I thought the president’s speech tonight was fine. He actually said that he is responsible for the muck-ups, and — at least during the portion I heard at work — there were no hilarious Bushisms or syntactical errors for cynical lowlifes (such as myself) to get all fluttery about. The speech was subdued, serious, and bereft of the cocky posturing that has defined Bush’s entire political existence up until this moment. I am not…
Drive northbound on Cooper some night, around midnight, and look at the lights. Not Christmas lights, not redlights, not streetlights, but the lights in the sky. The planes, taxiing in preparation for landing, form what seems like streetlights in the sky, advancing two by two toward the runways.
Two days in a row that I’ve snapped pictures of sources of light. Hm. Project 365
Amber sent me this nifty little dude as part of my Christmas package. I immediately set to posing him in every way I could imagine. Not sixty seconds after this photo was taken, I broke the little man by trying to evoke “abject despair.” Only three-year-olds break brand-new toys, don’t they? Project 365
Children of Men has got my interest piqued, I have to admit. I saw the title tossed around during Slate’s latest Movie Club (which was superb fun to read) and then Phil talked about wanting to see it. He showed me the trailer and I was all, “That is completely fucked-up bullshit, dude!” A movie about women not being able to have babies as the catalyst for the apocalypse and the meltdown of human society…
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