I dig street fairs. There’s just something timelessly appealing about milling around aimlessly in a crowd of sweaty people and a cloud of barbecue and cigar smoke, crafters hocking their wares everywhere you turn. This Saturday is River Day in Saltillo (sorry, no official link, but you can read a bit about it here) and the Cooper-Young Festival in Midtown Memphis. River Day is certainly out of the question, since I have to work, but…
This is scary. On a related note, Condi doesn’t think the insurgents in Iraq have widespread support. While I don’t suppose they have ticker-tape parades for the guys who wander the streets with bombs strapped to their chests, I don’t think the insurgents face enough overwhelming stern opposition — from the Iraqis or the U.S. or anyone else — to stop ruthlessly killing people left and right. They just keep doing it. I don’t know…
Wonkette has a compilation of some of the more enjoyably, pointlessly soft questions lobbed at John Roberts. I’ve caught bits and pieces of the hearing from NPR, and it seems like the senators are using their little 20-minute allotments as opportunities to just ramble on about whatever they think, as if they aren’t given some sort of platform to do the same thing every day of every year during their terms as senators. I can’t…
OK, one more before I take my snot and mucus to bed. This one’s from Cox and Wendy. Put up the following list of questions, hit shuffle on your digital music player, recite each question aloud, and see what song plays in answer to each question. Then draw random overwrought conclusions. Laugh. Sniffle. Repeat. For the record, I didn’t manipulate these in any way (like toggle certain songs off in iTunes, etc.), which makes several…
Hey, it’s Cox‘s birthday. In your honor, J-Cox, I’ll be rocking the new Jamiroquai album all day in my little headphones. And maybe, just maybe, when I see you in October, I’ll give you “Travelling Without Moving” back. Maybe.
I really meant to post this earlier today, and then I read the Gas Guy’s post about whining, and felt like maybe I should cool it with the (mostly self-deprecating) whiney stuff, because it truly is unattractive at best. But then I figured, what the hell, it’s not so much whining that I’m doing here, but sharing stories of my complete ineptitude for performing the simple tasks in life. Now that’s entertainment! I’m practically your…
Mac humor. Hat tip: Kos. I updated iTunes the other day and really wished the rest of the brushed-metal-clad applications had updated their skins along with it, because it looks damn smooth. Perhaps in due time they will. So I’ve been loosely courting the idea of getting an iPod Mini, but it seems the Nano will be my best bet come Christmas (unless they spike it and come out with iPod Pico before then). While…
We were good consumers this weekend. Saw a couple of movies. Bought a couple of CDs, couple of magazines, couple of meals, couple of odds and ends for the cat, a few shirts, etc. The local enonomy thanks us, I’m sure. Emily Rose was pretty lame. A courtroom drama, if you can believe it. How do you have a courtroom drama about an exorcism? Don’t ask me, and don’t ask the writers of this film,…
Let’s see … in my weekendlong haze perpetuated by antihistimines, both natural and in pill form, what have I missed? Mike Brown is gone from FEMA. Fabulous. No sarcasm there. I hope this unfortunate incident puts an end to political cronyism. Much sarcasm there. And then there was this surprising quasi-mea culpa from Bush: “To the extent the federal government didn’t fully do its job right, I take responsibility.” It’s meaningless, of course, but kudos…
Mmmmm … Allegra. You make the air soft. If you’ve ever been on cold medicine, you know what I’m talking about. I love Howie. He’s a sweet cat. But the 2 a.m.-6 a.m. meowing sessions will need to come to a swift end soon. Because if there’s one thing besides sarcasm I need to live, it’s sleep. And there is no sleeping when a 13-pound cat jumps on top of you while you’re trying to…
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