The Bush campaign has a new campaign ad out, Wolves. Decembrist deliciously tears it apart.
Josh Marshall brings www.wolfpacksfortruth.org to my attention, a fantastic rebuttal.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
homage to delirium
waking yourself after food coma after a breakfast of freshly cooked ground chicken tacos with shredded cheddar and sliced cherry tomatoes with the first track to the Dancer in the Track soundtrack just barely audible in the background as iTunes runs through the entire playlist but really it was Dave who had woken you up with a text message asking if we were coming over to watch the Michigan v Purdue game at his dorm also so I could use faster internet to look for apartments, schools and then getting on the internet to let him know that we will miss the kickoff but oh wait the game starts at 3:30 not 3 as jeanne thought and then getting reminded (repeatedly) that the laundry needs to be put in the dryer and then reading blog about cat and remembering an article about animal culture and the lion that herded instead of eating animals because it was orphaned and grew up and learned from the sheep dog and oh yeah Jeanne says I can't smell fall which is true and I couldn't smell it even if it came behind me and bit me in the ass and by the way I finally understand why people wear high heels because I bought these hot looking patent leather dress shoes but they feel so gawd awful painful while I break them in and suddenly I feel so gloriously vain to which Sarah rolls her eyes and calls me a metrosexual and now I must go.
waking yourself after food coma after a breakfast of freshly cooked ground chicken tacos with shredded cheddar and sliced cherry tomatoes with the first track to the Dancer in the Track soundtrack just barely audible in the background as iTunes runs through the entire playlist but really it was Dave who had woken you up with a text message asking if we were coming over to watch the Michigan v Purdue game at his dorm also so I could use faster internet to look for apartments, schools and then getting on the internet to let him know that we will miss the kickoff but oh wait the game starts at 3:30 not 3 as jeanne thought and then getting reminded (repeatedly) that the laundry needs to be put in the dryer and then reading blog about cat and remembering an article about animal culture and the lion that herded instead of eating animals because it was orphaned and grew up and learned from the sheep dog and oh yeah Jeanne says I can't smell fall which is true and I couldn't smell it even if it came behind me and bit me in the ass and by the way I finally understand why people wear high heels because I bought these hot looking patent leather dress shoes but they feel so gawd awful painful while I break them in and suddenly I feel so gloriously vain to which Sarah rolls her eyes and calls me a metrosexual and now I must go.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Kittens: "This is presented as an instance of internet culture rather than as cogent political argument. (Which should go without saying, but I felt like I should say it.)
It’s one of those passed-around-via-email things.
Doesn’t this confirm just about every stereotype of liberals?"
(Via inessential.com.)
Yeah Yeah, a nice adaptation of an old farkism. But also true...
An Awesome musicalDebate spoof. W/ Ali, Amitabh, Bush, Cheney...just watch it.
This is how I want recipes to look:
I have a cold. The Allergy pills with gratuitous amounts of pseudoephedrine passing for a sudafed replacement seem to be doing the job.
Looking for apartments with mediocre credit in the city... Sucks.
I've heard enough bitching about my "price range" today. I think $2500 is more than enough for a three bedroom thank you. And no we don't collectively make 40 times that a year.
Anyways, the search continues.
And hamburgers at the UN cafeteria Suck.
Thank god for bacon wrapped pineapple.
And Happy Birthdays to all. I've been a bad person who's been forgetting them. You know who you are.
This is how I want recipes to look:
I have a cold. The Allergy pills with gratuitous amounts of pseudoephedrine passing for a sudafed replacement seem to be doing the job.
Looking for apartments with mediocre credit in the city... Sucks.
I've heard enough bitching about my "price range" today. I think $2500 is more than enough for a three bedroom thank you. And no we don't collectively make 40 times that a year.
Anyways, the search continues.
And hamburgers at the UN cafeteria Suck.
Thank god for bacon wrapped pineapple.
And Happy Birthdays to all. I've been a bad person who's been forgetting them. You know who you are.
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