Wednesday, November 30, 2005


The hamster tee is also available at Delias.


Going Bonkers

Ugh. If you ever swallow anything toxic, you can use this as visual ipecac.

I, too,laugh when people point out Mad King George's little gaffes in speech, his oddball assertions, his bizarre facial tics. But I think he might actually be going crazy. Really. Case in point:

I wish I could report to the people of Colorado the war was over. It's not. There's an enemy still out there that wants to inflict harm on the United States of America because of what we believe in.

We believe in the freedom of people to worship and speak their mind, the freedom of the press to print what they want. They believe in the opposite. They have a dark vision of the world. They have made their intentions clear. They want to establish a totalitarian empire that stretches from Spain to Indonesia. And one way for them to accomplish their objective is to drive us out of the Middle East, is to cause America to become isolated. It's not going to happen on my watch. (Applause.)

One of the reasons I'm proud to stand here with Marilyn is she understands the stakes, as well. It's important to have a -- somebody from the United States Congress from that district, from her district, who understands that on September the 11th, 2001, an enemy declared war on the United States of America, and we must do everything in our power to protect the American people.

This is something he said here in Denver, at the Musgrave luncheon. Maybe the altitude was getting to him?

A totalitarian Empire. Let's just take a moment to breathe in the heady bouquet of irony there. Aaah. Notes of Manichean oversimplification, with a finish of blackberry.

And just who is this "enemy?" Who are we talking about? He doesn't get very specific, even in the rest of the speech. Who declared war on the United States on Sept. 11? Osama Bin Laden? Perhaps. 19 dead Saudis? Maybe. But Bush suggests that the "enemy" is the entity that wants to build an empire from Spain to Indonesia. The most Osama has ever really pretended to want is a victory over American Empire. He seems pretty disinterested in having one of his own. And besides, one guy, no matter how wealthy he is, will have a tough time building an empire that stretches from the Meditteranean to Southeast Asia. Not in this post-Genghis-Khan world. And the Al-Qaeda network has never really expressed imperialistic desires- like Bin Laden himself, their main objective seems to be to just fuck up the American Empire, and to get American imperialistic forces out of places that are considered holy in Islam. They have declared jihad on the U.S. Government, the so-called "Crusader/Zionist alliance," not on the free world itself.

So, then, who is the enemy? And what proof does Bush have that they want to take over the world? Seems to me the gentleman doth project too much.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Tuesday List: Incredibly Selfish Edition

It's all about ME! As if the nearly weekly indictments of prominent Republicans weren't enough of a gift . . .


1. Ooh. Sparkly.

2. This Denver artist is one of my new favorites- sexy David Lynch guitar sound behind the lead singer's Spanish lyrics.

3. I'm a sucker for a cool handbag

4. I dig these glasses.

5. The voyeur in me loves Postsecret, a blog where people send their deepest secrets, written on handmade postcards. Now there is a real Postsecret book of these amazing pieces of outsider art.

6. I have always wanted a Hedwig poster.

7. It's really too bad this T-shirt is sold out.

8. Funny, five minutes ago I didn't even know there was a Criterion edition of The Life of Brian, but now I fear I can't go on living without it.

9. I'm told I need to have this. After listening to a few tracks, I'm convinced.

10. I always need candles because sometimes I walk into my apartment only to be welcomed by the smell of cat and basement.

If this isn't enough for you, you all know where to buy beer, right?

Good grief

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Monday, November 28, 2005

This fucking war.

It's been a long time since I've had a good long rant here, but I'm due.

Got an email today from a guy on MySpace that I hadn't even thought about in years. He was a loose acquaintance, a boyfriend of a friend of mine, a nice enough kid, if a bit of a Jesus freak. 26 years old now, a wife and two little kids.

He's on his second tour of Iraq.

He has a blog up, and he's a fucking great writer. His wallpaper on the site is coffins draped in flags.

This fucking war.

I am able to tuck the war away in my mind pretty well. It dwells in the dark spaces of my consciousness most of the time, like for most Americans. It is a small rumbling notion that gets under my skin sometimes but for the most part it doesn't make it to the front of the line of my thoughts. Until I think of people like Ben.

I doubt that many people whose "Support Our Troops!" ribbons share real estate with a Bush Cheney 04 sticker know anyone like Ben. Ben's a middle class kid from a rural Colorado town, a former youth group leader, a former Drama Club member. A writer. An artist. A young dad. A smart kid. The coffin-draped flags on his page suggest to me that he's not a cheerleader for the Bush cause. He tells me he's getting out of the military in August to spend more time with his kids. I hope to God he gets out soon.

I'm so sick of this fucking war. I'm sick of stories about kids like Ben dying in the sand on the Airport road, stories that are presented on teevee as mere footnotes to the far more pressing items about Jessica Simpson's impending divorce or some missing white girl who disappeared into the ether at the same time the President's approval ratings hit the 33 percent mark. I'm sick of people like Ben being used as a consumable in this fucking war. I'm sick of being told that I am not "supporting the troops" when I express the opinion that they are being misused and misled. I hate this fucking war and I hate the guys that started it. The troops, on the other hand, are my friends. They are my classmates. They are kids I used to go to Denny's with after theater rehearsals. I support them. I want them to come home to their kids and their families. This is more important to me than anything they could accomplish in Iraq- and that's assuming they would accomplish anything.

Fuck you and your fucking war, Mr. President.

(note- link to Ben's blog not included because a.) you have to register on Myspace to read blogs and b.) I'm doing my best to keep my bloglife and myspace life separate. But for an excellent anti-war soldier blog, click here.)

Friday, November 25, 2005

Friday random ten: Stuck at Work Edition

Yep, stuck at work, just me and Pill Popping Mormon Mommy to keep me company. To maintain a nominal level of sanity, I'm listening to Radio 1190 and trying to look on the bright side: at least I'm not at the mall.

So here's what's getting me through the day:

1. Sufjan Stevens, "Chicago." I for one am happy to feel the Illinoise.

2. The Decemberists, "The Engine Driver." Hey, anyone looking for a way to make me happy this Christmas? Buy "Picaresque" for me.

3. Devendra Banhart, "Lazy Butterfly." Kooky Velvety Undergroundy sound.

4. Bloc Party, "Helicopter." I like percussive pop where British guys kind of sing/yell along to the music.

5. Le Tigre, "Deceptacon." I always liked Le Tigre, since they are like the Bangles with a brain.

6. Silver Jews, "How Can I Love You If You Won't Lie Down." Heh. How romantic . . .

7. I Am The World Trade Center, "Great Escape." There's something about these kids . . . I dig the poppy eighties sound.

8. Wovenhand, "Wooden Brother." I'm a sucker for surf guitar.

9. Page France, "Dogs." A sweet indie song that would be on the sequel to the Garden State soundtrack.

10. Pictureplane, "Orange Red Yellow." A Denver electronica artist, kind of our own local Aphex Twin.

Shout out to the little Vespa, who finally got her marching orders from the Peace Corps today and will be heading for Africa in February.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005


It's the day before Thanksgiving, and sometimes in the mess of mashed potatoes and yams and three bean casserole, we lose the true meaning of the holiday.

You know, how Jesus sat down with the pilgrims and turned one turkey into a multitude . . . no, wait, that's not it.

It's Thanksgiving, a holiday to remember what you are thankful for. This time last year, I had a hell of a time coming up with anything worth celebrating. But this year is shaping up to be a much more generous one. So here's what I have to be grateful about this holiday:

1. Patrick Fitzgerald. Sexy, sexy Patrick Fitzgerald.

2. I am thankful for 60 degree temps in Colorado in November. Hey, no rule says you can't enjoy global warming, right?

3. Jon Stewart, who dressed down bowtie-wearing buffoon Tucker Carlson in grand style on Crossfire.

4. I am thankful for the movie Anchorman. It has brought light into my life.

5. Rep. John Murtha. It's about freakin' time the Democrats grew a spine and demanded an end to the war.

6. I am thankful for the growing numbers of people who refuse to approve of the job Bush is doing.

7. Amy Goodman.

8. My bloggy friends Dex, Norbizness, Gavin, Pete, NTodd and teh l4m3 for continuing to fight the good fight (or at least continuing to make light of the situation).

9. I'm thankful for the Lawyer . . .

10. I'm thankful for friends, family . . . and the light at the end of the tunnel. Last year, I couldn't see it. It seemed a long way off. But it's coming now, I can see it . . .

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Tuesday list, Turkey Day Edition


1. "Left Behind: A Novel of the Yam's Last Days"

2. "Glorious Appearing: The End of Yams"

3. "Apollyon: The Yam Is Unleashed"

4. "Soul Harvest: The Yam Takes Sides"

5. "The Remnant: On the Yam of Armageddon"

6. "Tribulation Force: The Continuing Drama of Yams Left Behind"

7. "Assassins: Assignment: Jerusalem, Target: Yam" (ed. note- is this not the lamest book title ever?)

8. "The Regime: Evil Yams"

Unpopular war, unpopular president

I predict with the utmost confidence that support for the war will go into the teens this holiday season.

It's already down to 25 percent.

I think Americans are getting tired of the War on Terror rhetoric. I think the Neocons overestimated the mileage they could get out of 9/11.

I've been wrong many, many times before when I give the American people the benefit of the doubt, but I really think that people are sick of the "9/11 is the reason we're 'liberating' Iraq" argument." As the war goes on and the insurgents keep coming like so many sugar ants, people are beginning to "get" that the war is not about their safety or the safety of the Iraqi people.

I think we're going to see many people turn away from Bush this winter as people with kids and husbands and brothers in Iraq face yet another Christmas without them.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Surprising to no one, especially not me.

Pure Nerd
91 % Nerd, 39% Geek, 17% Dork

For The Record:

A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.
You scored better than half in Nerd, earning you the title of: Pure Nerd.

The times, they are a-changing. It used to be that being exceptionally smart led to being unpopular, which would ultimately lead to picking up all of the traits and tendences associated with the "dork." No-longer. Being smart isn't as socially crippling as it once was, and even more so as you get older: eventually being a Pure Nerd will likely be replaced with the following label: Purely Successful.


Also, you might want to check out some of my other tests if you're interested in any of the following:

Thanks Again! -- THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 98% on nerdiness
You scored higher than 55% on geekosity
You scored higher than 15% on dork points

Link: The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test written by donathos on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

The scene

The Lawyer and I went out to the Hi Dive Friday to catch Bright Channel and get some sweet potato fries. As usual I was more impressed by the opening bands . . . especially a group called everything absent or distorted, a seven-man ensemble of guys who met on craigslist. Among the more interesting parts of their performance is the presence of an accordion, a trombone, a banjo, a vintage 80s synthesizer and a band member who amuses the crowd by performing calisthenics throughout the show.

To hear, click here.

To hear the second band, The Clap, click here.

And the headliners, Bright Channel, can be found here.

And for a great 'zine story on the debilitating affects of Hipster Apathy Disorder, click here. I'm pretty sure I had the initial stages of H.A.D. Type A but was able to work through it with therapy and the support of my friends:

H.A. Type A: Designer Ironic
(The most common form of H.A.) Characteristics of a person with H.A.D.I. include: insisting on wearing designer jeans with vintage promotional beer T-shirts, sporting any kind of “ironic” hairstyle (which includes but is not limited to: the mullet, the rat-tail, or the perm), and having a general lazy attitude toward anything involving the real world. Once some one has full blown H. A. (and especially those with Type A), he or she is disgusted with others who don’t live in their fake world where knowing the full Radiohead and/or Pulp discography makes them a god. H.A.D. I. is most often caught by spending too much time at Urban outfitters, dancing excessively to The Jam and Blur at the same lame retro club night, or from the opening on PBR cans.

Friday, November 18, 2005


Blog brother Dex sent me this choice bit of information:

Special prosecutor Patrick Fitzgerald made this year's list of People's Sexiest Men Alive.

Nice to know I'm not alone . . .

Awwwww yeaah . . .

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood

(Not my picture. But pretty close to what I saw this morning)

There are days like today, when I'm driving down I-25 in the crystalline gorgeousness of an autumn morning, when I understand why we put up with idiots like Marilyn Musgrave and Wayne Allard. In fact, today was a day when I couldn't imagine living anywhere else on the planet.

Just so beautiful . . .

Thursday, November 17, 2005


Here at the paper we had a seminar a week ago, where a seasoned editor and journalism instructor gave us a pretty clear message that print journalism's days are numbered. And while some of the reporters and designers I work with shook their heads and muttered "no ways" I have to admit I agree with him. It's my slack-assed generation's fault, too. I don't even read the paper. I can't remember the last time I read any paper cover to cover that wasn't a free weekly. There are journalists who love the smudgy tactile experience that is print. I'm not one of them.

But what got to me is that the guy's solutions to decreased readership were mostly about writing snappier heds and ledes and placing photographs more appealingly on the page. Style, not substance. This bothered me, but I didn't say anything. My thought is that newspapers are failing because Americans can get their news elsewhere, and it is becoming a world where people can get the news they want to see, in a way they want to see it, from sources they want to trust. This is kind of scary, because I see a future where people will no longer get the information they need, preferring instead to read only the news they want.

This isn't good. For a number of reasons. While people who want to be informed will probably be fine, and will remain more or less in the loop about what they need to know, there are vast numbers of Americans who do not care. They will never be informed unless information is thrust upon them. These people will be lost in a world where news is offered a la carte. In many ways, they already are. Americans love what is bad for them: steak pizza, Coors light, Marlboros and ignorance. It's not just print that they are ignoring. It's everything.

There's no amount of sexing up you can do to a headline that will recapture this audience.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Local Zine Alert

I'm a relative newcomer to both Denver and the Denver 'Zine scene, but I just found out about this publication called The Yellow Rake and I had to share. As soon as I opened the latest print edition to find a cartoon telling me that Jesus could not have been a Republican, for the sole reason that he was funky, I was hooked.

Send 'em a note. They'll send you a copy. You won't be disappointed.

And now, a Tuesday list, stolen from a friend's Myspace bulletin:


01) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.

02) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.

03) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

04) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.

05) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Britany Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.

06) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.

07) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.

08) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.

09) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.

10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.

Monday, November 14, 2005

34 percent: perspective

Only about 34 percent of Americans approve of the job Bush is doing as president. Here are some other things that 34 percent of Americans do or say:

1. 34 percent of Americans believe that the European Union should be the leading foreign policy authority in the world.

2. 34 percent of Americans believe Jews have too much control of our economy.

3. 34 percent of Americans have gone one to three days without brushing their teeth.

4. 34 percent of Americans believe "rock 'n' roll has had a sinful effect on American culture and values"

5. 34 percent of Americans believe the First Amendment offers citizens "too much freedom."

6. 34 percent of Americans believe in the literal truth of the Bible.

7. 34 percent of Americans believe the treatment of Gitmo detainees was "just right."

8. 34 percent of Americans believe in ghosts.

9. 34 percent of Americans think we're winning the war.

10. Only 34 percent of Americans admitted to having any degree of sympathy for Martha Stewart during her incarceration.

Friday, November 11, 2005

The cat is strange

It's too bad this is so blurry. I just looked over and there she was, in the tub.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

I (heart) Dan Savage

From this week's installment of Savage Love:
STRAIGHT RIGHTS UPDATE: As I mentioned a few months ago, a vaccine for two of the most common strains of HPV, the virus that causes genital warts, is currently moving through the federal approval process. HPV can also cause cervical cancer in women, and the cancers caused by the virus kill 4,000 American women every year. Who could possibly be against the introduction of a vaccine—one that has proven 100 percent effective in clinical tests!—that will save thousands of women's lives every year? Those "culture of life" assfucks, that's who.

"A new vaccine that protects against cervical cancer has set up a clash between health advocates [and] social conservatives who say immunizing teenagers could encourage sexual activity," the Washington Post reported last week. Doctors want teenage girls to receive the vaccine as a matter of routine when they hit puberty, something the religious right opposes. "Because the vaccine protects against a sexually transmitted virus, many conservatives oppose making it mandatory, citing fears that it could send a subtle message condoning sexual activity before marriage... 'I've talked to some who have said, "This is going to sabotage our abstinence message,"' said Gene Rudd, associate executive director of the Christian Medical and Dental Associations." (To his credit, Rudd said he would want his daughters vaccinated.)

The right's abstinence message has bigger problems than this vaccine. Studies have shown that young men and women are still having premarital sex—no shit—despite the billions of dollars the Bush administration has poured into abstinence education. A study conducted at Texas A&M University found that kids who've been subjected to abstinence-only sex education, the right's preferred brand, have more sex than kids who aren't subjected to abstinence-only sex education. So what the right is saying is this: We're willing to kill American women in order to avoid "sabotaging" our ineffectual abstinence-only message. Nice.

Who ultimately gets to determine the government's position on the HPV vaccine? Thanks to George W. Bush, the Christian fundies do. From the Washington Post: "The jockeying [around the HPV vaccine] reflects the growing influence social conservatives, who had long felt overlooked by Washington, have gained on a broad spectrum of policy issues under the Bush administration. In this case, a former member of the conservative group Focus On The Family serves on the federal panel that is playing a pivotal role in deciding how the vaccine is used." W stands for women—that's what he told us when he ran for president. But, hey, it wasn't a lie. George W. Bush never said anything about standing for live women.

I've said it before, straight folks, and I'll say it again: The right-wingers and the fundies and the sex-phobes don't just have it in for the queers. They're coming for your asses too.

Keep Kansas Dum!

While Dover, Penn., had the good sense to boot out eight school board members who were advancing an "intelligent design" policy on their public schools, Kansas, true to form, embraces idiocy with both hands.

Read this:

"This is a great day for Kansas schools. They will be able to have critical analysis of neo-Darwinianism and won't have to be taught evolution as dogma," Kansas Board of Education Chairman Steve Abrams, Arkansas City, said.

"They won't have to be taught evolution as dogma."

Kansas seems to have a particular taste for irony.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Les Troubles

Mes pensées sont avec la famille Gandelli . . .

La ville de Nice a un reputation pour des conflits et tension raciales. J'espère que la violence ne s'aggrave pas au Nice . . .

It's up to you, New York

Mr. Bloomberg, a billionaire businessman who paid more than $70 million for his own campaign, portrayed himself as a technocrat who was beholden to no one and who had brought the city back from the dark days after 9/11 as crime rates fell, students' test scores rose, and the economy rebounded.


In the end Mr. Ferrer was never more than an underdog, as their race quickly turned into one of the most lopsided spending contests in city history and the Democrat struggled to raise even $5 million.

$70 million vs. $5 million.

To compare:
$70 million = most expensive house sale history

$5 million = Paris Hilton's engagement ring.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

A quiz, and some observations

Software developer or serial killer? They look pretty similar, so I only got 5 out of 10. Cut from the same cloth, I guess.

But on the way to work today I caught the soundbite of the president telling us "We Do Not Torture."

Now, I understand how some of the subtleties of foreign policy or domestic economic practices may be lost on a vast and apathetic middle American populace. But come on. While your president is up there telling us "We Do Not Torture," the Vice President is working to make it legal for us to do just that.

This is not difficult to understand. This is lying. This is wrong. This is against everything America ever pretended to stand for in the world, against every ideal and principal that the country was ever supposed to represent.

But maybe I'm wrong in assuming that the people don't understand. Perhaps it would be more accurate to assume that they just don't give a crap.

Monday, November 07, 2005

"So I can hurt now, or hurt later"

Finally got to see Shopgirl (sans media passes, damnit) but it was well worth the price. A beautifully photographed, funny and yet poignant love story. And it includes an incredibly awkward sex scene between Claire Danes and Jason Schwartzman. I love awkward sex scenes.

It is odd that I mentioned to someone that shots of Danes are done like Dutch paintings, because the director was the producer of "Girl with Pearl Earring." Interesting.

At any rate, well worth a look. Not a loopy romantic comedy, not a gloomy indy love story. Somewhere in between, which is nice. It's more about growing up and how we get to be who we really are, rather than a two-hour excuse to show Claire Danes naked.

Light posting this week, I'm afraid . . . the social life is suddenly more lively and work is kicking into full, end-of-year chaos.

Friday, November 04, 2005

Random 10- teen angst edition

The patron saint of the WB

In a fit of procrastination last night (I was putting off reading the Longmont Area Comprehensive Plan for a column I'm working on) I baked cookies, organized my CDs, did laundry, tried (unsuccessfully) to quell the ant problem in my bathroom and got through another dense-as-concrete piece in the October Harper's. But in organizing my CDs, I found a few of my old albums from the high teen angst years . . . from my brief Goth phase through my little-punk-in-pigtails phase and right up to my melancholic, thrift-shop-coat-and-Delias-shoes phase. Here are the standards. I'm not saying they are good, or even that I like them at all anymore, but when I think of my late 90s adolescence, I think about these:

1. Fiona Apple, "Never is a Promise." Hoo boy. Only a 15 year old can feel this kind of pain. Or at least, feel it so dramatically.

2. Smashing Pumpkins: "Fuck You: An Ode to No One." Here's the thing. My mom actually bought Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness for me, proving that all attempts at rebellion would basically be moot unless I joined up with the NRA and started talking about liberal plots to destroy Christmas. But nonetheless, a good, angsty song that got me through never having a date to Homecoming.

3. Nine Inch Nails, "Hurt." I now appreciate the Johnny Cash cover more, but this was like, sheer poetry to me when it came out. Trent Reznor was every goth girl's Leonardo DiCaprio.

4. Tori Amos, "Cornflake Girl." I had a friend who was a cornflake girl, who thought it was a good solution, hanging with the raisin girls. She wound up on probation on a pot charge.

5. Sarah McLachlan, "Possession." Got me through the aftermath of a bad, possessive relationship. Lilith Fair was my first "real" concert.

6. Paula Cole, "Bethlehem." Contains the line, "I'm only 15 and I think I have an ulcer." All us girls in vintage dresses and combat boots knew what she was singing about.

7. Oasis, "Champagne Supernova." This song will forever remind me being a freshman, of hanging out with the older kids in their junked out cars, eating french fries with Wendy's Frosties.

8. Pearl Jam, "Better Man." I always kind of imagined that this was about my friend's mom, who was married to psycho husband number two and always seemed a little on edge.

9. Paul Oakenfold, "Ready Steady Go." Kinda the first techno song that ever appealed to me. I never really did the Raver thing, but this song made me wanna grab some glowsticks and whatever drug it was that made the cool kids eyes look all weird.

10. Radiohead, "Paranoid Android." This was the song that effectively made me turn off FM radio, and never turn it on again. Once I heard this, I realized that all the good music existed beyond the looking glass, and not on Clear Channel.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Did he or didn't he?

I loved turning on NPR first thing this morning to hear the delicious news that Scooter was headed for court. But it got me to thinking- the indictments have certainly gotten to some big players, but not to Bush himself. What if Bush was completely oblivious to all of the workings in the Plame leak?

For the past several years, I have wondered about whether or not Bush actually is kept abreast of what the vice president and his crew are up to. I have a theory that he is basically kept in the dark about most of the unholy machinations of Cheney, Rove, Rumsfeld and the other asses of evil. I don't think that it takes a big leap of faith to imagine that he was never told about the Plame case and that it existed solely within the realm of Turd Blossom and Sith Lord Dick.

I don't know enough about the background here, but I think there is at least a small possibility that Bush was kept happliy jabbering on about spreadin democrusy and freedum while the big boys took care of the Wilsons.

On the other hand, there's the school of thought that says that Bush is not a stupid or incompetent as he looks, that he is actually among the big brains that make the big things happen. In this case, it would be certainly to his advantage to act like he didn't know what was going on even though he played a key role in it.

So, is he really dumb or is he playing dumb? Did he know about the Plame leak but just didn't play an active role or did he have no idea? Is he an player or a mouthpiece?

These questions are bigger than the Plame case. They have implications well outside of this scandal, and the answers could shine some much-needed light on just who is making the big decisions in the White House.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Spinal transplant successful, Dems call secret session

Let 'em have it, Harry.

The thing that made this Reid news so special is the ensuing lack of response from the Republicans. I went home last night to zone out and eat some leftovers in front of the TV, hoping to catch some headlines on how the MSM was handling this.

CNN was pretty much on it, CSPAN had developments, MSNBC was touching on it. And Fox? What was Fox reporting for about the sixth day in a row?


Over at Sadly No, Gavin used the term "Tectonic vertigo." Things are shifting underfoot. And all you need to prove that is the fact that Fox isn't running Bill Frist's whiny clips accusing the Democrats of having no principles and of slapping him in the face. Fox is, instead, trying to do a media bait and switch with a pretty white girl who has been missing since summer with no real developments on the case. They got nothing. They got worse than nothing- Natalee Holloway is practically a holding pattern. The spin machine tried to get started and sputtered out like a 82 Volvo with a faulty fuel line. I expect to see them try again to paint the Dems as shrill bullies and try to go for the victim card again. But let me just say this.

Bill Frist: When you act like a bitch, you gonna get bitchslapped.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Mia, meet Carrie. She's had a rough night.

That's me as Mia, pre-overdose, and my sister as Carrie, post-prom.