October 31, 2008
Sally: That's a good story.
Linus: You don't believe the story of the Great Pumpkin? I thought little girls always believed everything that was told to them. I thought little girls were innocent and trusting.
Sally: Welcome to the 20th century!
I hope you all have a fun Halloween! I figured I'd post early because I know lot of you are heading out to parties and trick-or-treating and that sort of thing. I on the other hand will be laying in bed saying, "Oh my back!" and cursing the school system for not having my check to me today as promised! I'm kidding, there are so many more important things to be happy about - my dad (unlike a lot of his co-workers including a friend of mine) did not lose his job, so far, all of my family members have survived the holiday, and the polls are tightening!
Have fun!! Be safe! Sorry I can't come to anything - maybe next year!! Maybe I'll sit around and wait for the Great Pumpkin instead ;-)
October 30, 2008
When it rains, it pours, I guess. I've had the longest day. I'll spare you most of the details, but the most ironic moment was perhaps when I was on the phone with a credit card company (their stupid online payment thing won't work so now my payment is late - so much for a grace period - and I have to pay $40 extra tomorrow) and my trainer at my old job sent me an e-mail. She's never e-mailed me before, and it was just a dumb forward, but something about the timing made me think someone, somewhere is getting a good laugh at that which is my life.
Anyway, as I mentioned yesterday, I decided I could do without $100 a month to store my belongings, so I cleaned out a space in my parents' little storage building in their backyard. After moving my stuff, today, I think I should have paid the $100. It started out okay. I took my little Honda and made trip after trip, stuffing and stacking boxes, plastic tubs, and garbage bags wherever I could get them. Then my dad got off work and he met me there to help with the bigger stuff. I was tired and sore and not to be seem pathetic but I still haven't recovered from my little "accident," nor did I realize how out of shape I've gotten in the last few months between that job and the fact that I couldn't walk for weeks, and well, I think you all know by now I tend to be a little clumsy.
If I could go back in time to the point when my dad was about to load a little desk onto the truck with ease, I would, and I would stand there and watch quietly. But that didn't happen. I, trying to be a nice person (or trying not to get yelled at for cooking up this little last-minute scheme), lunged for the desk and shouted, "I got it!" The minute I bent over and lifted that desk, every single one of those "lift with your knees, not with your back" posters I've ever seen flashed before my eyes. Somewhere in my lower back, it felt as though a big rubber band that had been holding me together popped apart and I screamed so loud, I'm surprised people in the next county over didn't hear me. Still humped over, I managed to get it on the truck and my parents went back inside to get some more stuff. When they reemerged a few minutes later, I was still standing in the parking lot, bent over and writhing in pain. "I can't move," I said as they as they basically ignored me. I guess they're never quite sure what to make of my injuries, remember this is the woman who came outside at 5:00 am to find my car parked way down in her yard, beyond the driveway, and me half under it, only to say, "Get up! You're going to hit something!"
Long story short, it took me a good while to finally straighten up and I ended up putting in a call to the GC. Being the trouper that he is, he met us at my parents' house and helped with the last two loads while I sat in the car and moaned, "Oh, my back."
Needless to say, I'm laying here now, on a heating pad, doped up on the faux pain medication I got when I ran over myself, last month. My back is still killing me, but I can't seem to feel my broken toe. That's progress.
I didn't want to get too into politics tonight but I do have a couple of things to point out:
1) Greg Gutfeld, once again, has a great "Gregalogue" over at The Daily Gut about Obama's little infomercial.
2) What do Hugo Chavez, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, Hamas, Louis Farrakhan, Bill Ayres, and now Al Qaeda have in common? (Aside from that whole "death to America" thing?) They've all now endorsed Obama! Okay, in Obama's defense, Al Qaeda didn't exactly endorse him, they just wished for republicans to be humiliated and for "God's wrath" to be brought against them.
3) I don't have a dumbass of the day but I do have a counter dumbass: Linda Bloodworth-Thomason. A very liberal democrat/television writer who, at a luncheon in Hollywood, condemned the media, particularly MSNBC, for the way they cover Sarah Palin and her supporters. She also condemned her fellow democrats for being "demonizing" during this election. Check out the article here: Hollywood insiders rip MSNBC, defend Palin
October 29, 2008
Quote of the Day: "Governor Palin and I don’t agree on a lot of things, mostly social issues. But I have grown to appreciate the Governor. I was one of those initial skeptics and would laugh at the pictures. Not anymore. When someone takes on a corrupt political machine and a sitting governor, that is not done by someone with a low I.Q. or a moral core made of tissue paper. When someone fights her way to get scholarships and work her way through college even in a jagged line, that shows determination and humility you can’t learn from reading Reinhold Niebuhr. When a mother brings her son with special needs onto the national stage with love, honesty, and pride, that gives hope to families like mine as my older brother lives with a mental disability. And when someone can sit on a stage during the Sarah Palin rap on Saturday Night Live, put her hands in the air and watch someone in a moose costume get shot—that’s a sign of both humor and humanity." - Wendy Button (Obama speech writer who is now endorsing McCain - So Long, Democrats)
That's a really long quote, but check out that column. There's some good stuff about the way Palin (and Hillary Clinton and Nancy Pelosi) is treated by the media and the left, also about the way democrats basically make a mockery of the middle class.
Anyway, I'm getting a little tired of some things having to do with this great election '08, and it's making it really hard for me to write anything of substance because I've got so much non-election stress going on that I honestly get physically ill when it all collides. (Yes, I find it odd that I can calmly talk to someone who's dying or worse in the process of killing someone but I get extremely worked up over someone saying something nasty about Sarah Palin.) That said, I thought I'd lighten up the mood a little bit and post this: Can I get my 5-month-old daughter photographed with every presidential candidate? I actually linked it several months ago, but I thought it was worth posting again. Slate.com writer Darren Garnick took his daughter out during the New Hampshire primaries to see if he could get a picture of her with every presidential candidate. The results are adorable! Click the slideshow and make sure you read the commentary to the left - you get a little bit of insight into each candidate's reaction to this adorable little girl!
And now I'm going to go relax and watch "Frasier." Because that's what I do. If I owe you an e-mail, I'll try to get to it tomorrow. I spent most of today cleaning out my parents' storage building because I decided I'm tired of paying $100 a month to store my furniture. Hopefully, I won't even have to keep it here much longer anyway.
October 28, 2008
P.S. Watch the live version of that quote on Fox News, tonight at 3:00 AM EST
It's true. I'm a Georgia voter, today. I did my part to thwart socialism.
It all started when I sort of mentioned to my mom, last night, that I thought I may go vote after I dropped a resume off at the office of my (hopefully) future employer. She asked if I would take her along and I reluctantly agreed. Which meant this morning, when I woke up at an unfathomable hour and officially declared it was too cold to be a viable member of society, I had to get up anyway because other people were involved. Perhaps, this is why I'm not married.
So, I walked my dog and took a shower in temperatures not fit for polar bears, put on my makeup and the thickest sweater I could find, and set off with my mother to do my civic duty. After consorting our list of potential advanced voting spots, we decided on the old county courthouse; a smallish building in my former cute-historic downtown neighborhood located in the middle of the even smaller buildings that make up the city police department.
From the outside, you couldn't make out much about how long the line was or wasn't. Despite my warning that he was more than likely there to turn himself into the police, not vote, my mother rolled down her window and caught the attention of a young derelict-looking man standing on the sidewalk. With the unabashed excitement of a dopey college kid who'd just written in "Ron Paul" or worse, voted for Obama, he told us it only took fifteen minutes to get through the line and how happy he was to be a part of this "totally amazing" voting experience.
"I say we do it!" my mother said, caught up in his enthusiasm. I agreed and began to looking for a parking spot - not an easy task on a normal day in this particular part of town. "Why don't you park at that restaurant up the street?" she suggested.
"Do you really want to walk that far with my toe and your knee?" I asked referring to my pathetic, misshapen broken toe that I'd forced into a pair black patent leather ballet-style flats and her arthritic knee.
So we circled the courthouse, waiting for a spot to become available. And we circled the courthouse. And we circled the courthouse. And we circled the courthouse. Okay, full disclosure: circling the courthouse wasn't completely a bad thing; it gave me an excuse to drive by the door to the building where my little dreamboat works. As a matter of fact, at one point, my mom shouted, "Is that your bald cop?" To which I responded with a look of disgust once I made sure the windows were rolled up and I realized she was talking about this short, dumpy bald guy who looked like he probably didn't even have a job .
Finally, we decided the parking situation was not worth the fight and decided to drive across town to the next place on the list, a little city park. Once we arrived, I told my mom to work her "how long was the wait?" magic again, only after driving past a group of wayward looking teenagers and stopping by young mother of two. "Only fifteen minutes," the woman promised and we parked and got out of the car.
The wait lasted about, well, about fifteen minutes and I filled that time by playing a game of "who's that guy voting for?" in my head. Though one woman ruined it by saying loudly to her friend, "I just thank the good lord for bringing me a black man to vote for." That was not fair and quite possibly illegal.
So who did I vote for?
President: I voted Palin/McCain, of course.
Senate: I voted for whomever the libertarian guy was. Sorry, Saxby, you lost me with the bail-out plan.
Congress: I voted for the incumbent republican who did not vote for the bail-out plan, because that's how I roll, folks.
I voted against everything on a state and county level that offered up the word "tax" as a verb, and I voted against anything that had the word "regulation" hidden somewhere within it.
Then there were the local folks who I won't mention by name so that I may keep some of my anonymity, but I voted for the incumbent sheriff at the request of some of my former co-workers and for my parents' neighbor's daughter who was running for clerk of court and that's mainly because she got me out of jury duty.
I do have to say, even after experiencing it, I'm not a fan of advanced voting for those of us who are not disabled, overseas, or otherwise incapacitated. If states want to turn election day into election week(s), that's fine with me, but the paperwork and procedures should be the same as they are for November 4th.
October 27, 2008
Quick recap: I made a post about this last week - Wayne Huizenga. As I said then, when a man like this talks, I listen. Huizenga wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth (or football team in his back pocket). He was basically "Wayne the Trash Guy," now he's "Wayne the guy who owns half of Miami" says a friend of mine from the area. The businesses he started employ and serve thousands of Americans more than any government program ever could. Anyway, what I reported has been confirmed, Huizenga is selling his share of the Dolphins because of Senator Obama's tax plan: Huizenga aim: Sell at '07 capital-gains tax level
A) Broke my toe
B) Developed a cold
C) Dreamed I was one of the Golden Girls
D) All of the Above
If you answered "D," you are correct. Also, you probably have too much time on your hands (says the girl who dreams she is one of the Golden Girls).
October 26, 2008
Here are some things I wanted to talk about or point out, this weekend, but never got around to it because yesterday, I was too busy being a windbag on other people's blogs, and today, I was too busy being lazy and watching football. So, I'm just going to do this Drudge style and put up some noteworthy links:
1. "Are you joking?" Biden refuses to answer legitimate questions, Obama campaign cancels all future interview with news station.
2. What they aren't talking about on TV - Linking Obama to the Stock Market Woes
3. Changing the face of feminism for the better, THANK GOD for Sarah Palin.
4. Yo, tax-payers, Barney Frank's already spending your hard-earned cash and guess what? It ain't gonna be on you! (This one really made my blood boil!)
5. To Know Her Is To Respect Her - Fred Barnes calls out some
6. More antisemitic freinds for Obama!
It ain't over, folks!!
Above all, this may be the best thing I read all weekend: Doug Giles : Pennsylvanian Voters: You Might Be a Redneck If . . .
Check out the whole column and check out this video (make sure you watch the very end):
Look, if not buying Barack’s gobbledygook makes one a redneck then all I have to say is . . . Yee-frickin’-haw! Slap some Charlie Daniels on the CD player, boil some crawdads and pass the moonshine, Jedediah, because I too ain’t buying what he’s a sellin’.
Oh, I was going to post about rambly things but "Frasier's" on! I think I'm going to settle in for the night and watch this instead. I've had a long day (most of which has been spent right here at this laptop)! It started with a wake-up call from Fred Thompson and ended with an e-mail to one of the county commissioners (oh yeah, I do local politics too - Mr. Commissioner and I are on first name basis). There was a bunch of exhausting crap in between. Okay, it's an old "Frasier," I gotta run - if I owe you an e-mail, you'll have to wait another day or two. Good night, kids!
October 25, 2008
NORTH: College football stadiums hold 20,000 people.
SOUTH: High school football stadiums hold 20,000 people.
NORTH: Statues of founding fathers.
SOUTH: Statues of Heisman trophy winners.
NORTH: Also a physics major.
SOUTH: Also Miss America..
NORTH: If you are slightly coordinated, you make the varsity squad.
SOUTH: You begin cheer camp at age two, complete with ballet, dance, & gymnastic training.
NORTH: 5 days before the game you walk into the ticket office on campus and purchase tickets.
SOUTH: 5 months before the game you walk into the ticket office on campus & put name on the waiting list.
NORTH: ChapStick in back pocket and a $20 bill in the front pocket.
SOUTH: Louis Vuitton duffel with two lipsticks, waterproof mascara, and a fifth of Jack Daniels/Crown. Money is not necessary — That’s what dates are for.
Friday Classes After a Thursday Night Game:
NORTH: Students and teachers not sure they’re going to the game, Because they have classes on Friday.
SOUTH: Teachers cancel Friday classes because they don’t want to see The few hung-over students that might actually make it to class and throw up on their floor.
NORTH: An hour before game time, the University opens the campus for game parking.
SOUTH: RVs sporting their school flags begin arriving on Wednesday for The weekend festivities. The really faithful arrive on Tuesday.
NORTH: A few students party in the dorm and watch ESPN on TV.
SOUTH: Every student wakes up, has a beer for breakfast, and rushes over to where ESPN is broadcasting “Game Day Live” to get on camera and wave to the folks up north.
NORTH: Raw meat on a grill, beer with lime in it, listening to local radio station with truck tailgate down.
SOUTH: 30-foot custom pig-shaped smoker fires up at dawn. Cooking accompanied by live performance by Dave Matthews Band, who come over during breaks and ask for a hit off bottle of bourbon.
Getting to the Stadium:
NORTH: You ask “Where’s the stadium?” When you find it, you walk right in.
SOUTH: When you’re near it, you’ll hear it. On game day it becomes the state’s third largest city.
NORTH: Drinks served in a paper cup, filled to the top with soda.
SOUTH: Drinks served in a plastic cup with the home team’s mascot on it, filled less than halfway with soda, to ensure enough room for Jack Daniels/Crown.
When National Anthem is Played:
NORTH: Stands are still less than half full.
SOUTH: 100,000 fans, all standing, sing along in perfect four-part harmony.
Smell in the Air After the First Score:
NORTH: Nothing changes.
SOUTH: Fireworks, with a touch of Jack Daniels/Crown.
NORTH: “Nice play.”
SOUTH: “*#@&@, you slow *&%$@#! - tackle him and break his legs.”
NORTH: “My, this certainly is a violent sport.”
SOUTH: “*#@&@, you slow *&%$@#! - tackle him and break his legs.”
NORTH: Neutral and paid.
SOUTH: Announcer harmonizes with the crowd in the fight song, with a tear in his eye because he is so proud of his team.
After the Game:
NORTH: The stadium is emptying out.
SOUTH: Another rack of ribs goes on the smoker while somebody goes to The nearest package store for more bourbon. Planning begins for next week’s game.
And I wouldn't have it any other way!! Go Dawgs!
PS. Song of the Day - "Every Dawg" - Corey Smith!
October 24, 2008
Quote of the Day: Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. ~Roger Miller
I get the feeling Sarah Palin is one who walks in the rain. There are a lot of bitter people in this country, right now, and I'm tired of seeing them on my TV and my computer screen, and in some cases, in real life. If you didn't get to see it, Sean Hannity interviewed Sarah Palin tonight. After the interview, Bob Beckel said that Hannity's interviews always seem to bring out a very human side of her and it made me think, when I see Palin on TV giving an interview or hear her on the radio (with a journalist who is being fair, I should add), or see her give a speech, I'm left feeling good. It's a simple concept, and to some people, a foreign one. I see someone who not only stands for a lot of what I stand for (which I hope to get into in the days leading up to the election) and who is nothing but optimistic about the future of the country. There is no gloom and doom that rules almost every form of media these days; there is no "America is a great place, but...." I see real change in a way Joe Biden, Barack Obama, and even John McCain can't bring it to this country. Anyway, the video above features an interview Sarah Palin did with Laura Ingraham earlier this month. I post it, not just because Palin and Ingraham are two women I deeply admire, but because they have a really good conversation about Barack Obama's little infanticide issue.
By the way, if you haven't already - Jeri Thompson was actually just on Hannity & Colmes talking about it - go to Team Sarah and sign up!
On to the me part! I am so excited, I've found the perfect job! Well not perfect - it's more of a "good for now" perfect job. Or a "great for the rest of the school year" perfect job. Maybe a "great if I do decide to go back to school" perfect job. Okay, so maybe it's a "I'm trying to be realistic here" perfect job! So now, I'm on a mission to find anyone I know who knows someone who works there because I know 600 people will apply for it and if I can give myself an edge, woohoo! The hours are perfect, the money is perfect, good benefits and I am fully qualified to do it. I don't know why I'm bringing it up, I've applied for approximately 15,938 jobs in the last month and you see where I am today. I've worked three times - enough to pay the rent on the storage building full of my furniture and my cell phone bill. I even had to cancel Netflix for now - that was depressing. So, I fully intend to spend my weekend perfecting my resume and a cover letter, calling everyone I know who might know someone who works there, and going to said storage building to look for my special resume paper (which probably means climbing around like a monkey and re-injuring my knee - which I guess makes for a better story than having to explain to people how you ran over yourself).
Oh well, that's it for me today - wait, I forgot - I wanted to say if you haven't yet, check out Red Eye w/ Greg Gutfeld tonight at 3:00 AM on Fox News. Three of their best guests will be on all at once - Ann Coulter, Sherrod Small, and Andrew Breitbart! That's so cool - or Coolio - who will also be on (and of course, Gutfeld, Andy Levy, and Bill Schulz). Now off to find my copy of the "Dangerous Minds" soundtrack.
October 22, 2008
Here's something else I found interesting (I know I'm posty today), from the Palm Beach Post :
[Miami] Dolphins co-owner Wayne Huizenga would like to sell all but a small percentage of the team to real estate mogul Stephen M. Ross, who already owns the club and stadium 50-50 with Huizenga. Huizenga wants to sell Ross another 45 percent of the team by Dec. 30, the source told The Palm Beach Post. Huizenga is believed to be motivated by his belief that Barack Obama will win the presidency and help implement tax policies that would take a bigger chunk of Huizenga's revenues from a sale.Why should you care? What does this have to do with anything? Who cares about some old rich guy? If you don't know anything about Huizenga, I suggest you do a little research. After serving his country in the army, Huizenga saved his money and bought a garbage truck. He spent his nights picking up trash, his days building his clientale. He worked hard, he grew his business. He ended up forming Waste Management Inc., the largest waste disposal company in this country, but that's not all. From about.com:
He's the only person in history to build three Fortune 1000 companies practically from scratch: Waste Management, Blockbuster Entertainment and AutoNation. He is the only person to have developed six NYSE-listed companies. He also owns the Miami Dolphins and is previous owner of the Florida Marlins baseball team and the Panthers hockey team, making him the only person ever to own three pro teams in a single market, two of which won national championships.Talk about the American Dream. As I said in my last post, nothing comes from punishing those who are prosperous. Think of all the people those companies employ today. When someone like Huizenga talks, someone who's work I admire and respect, I'm going to listen.
There are a million and one reasons to vote this year and each and every one of them is important, but to pretend that some of them do not take priority over others is irresponsible.
Since this election season began, and even before, I've always been a proud member of the "national security is our biggest threat" bandwagon. I still am. For so long, it was the one important reason I couldn't even think about looking at Barack Obama. And not because of his inexperience or the lack of knowledge of military procedure and foreign affairs he's shown, but because I know a President John McCain is someone our enemies may think twice about crossing. I know a President John McCain knows the military like the back of his hand. I know he knows the importance of a strong national defense. I know he has their respect and will flawlessly lead our country's finest through points of peace and times of war as a Commander-in-Cheif should. Joe Biden seems to know it too.
The simple mantra, "Who cares about the economy if we're all dead?" is an important one, and one we tend to put in the back of our minds (thanks to our current leadership) as other issues come to the forefront. The truth is, we are always on the brink of another September 11th, whether you want to believe that or not. There are and always will be people in this world who will not compromise, who want nothing more than to see the death of The United States of America. Despite what some seem to think these seven years later, September 11th is not a Republican talking point, it's real and it's something we must remember so that it doesn't happen again.
But as has been endlessly pointed out, a President must be able to multi-task and after keeping ourselves alive and safe, the economy is the single-most vital issue facing us today. Times are tough for some people, turn on a TV at any time of day and you hear this being repeated (thought I will be the first to argue I think the "gloom and doom" news cycles fuel the fire), but if you have any knowledge of simple economics, you know times will be tougher after glancing over a President Barack Obama's economic plan. Essentially, it punishes those who work hard. In our nation's history, nothing good has ever come from not allowing our people to prosper.
I was listening to Rush Limbaugh today and he said business owners are already laying off workers in preparation of a President Obama. I didn't think much about it, maybe he was exaggerating, maybe he was talking about one company somewhere. Either way, I didn't think about it again until I spoke to my own father, this afternoon.
"They're talking about laying people off," he said after a long day at work. Limbaugh's words came back to me. I relayed them to him, almost jokingly, and he more or less confirmed that was the story with his company. This news sent me on a mission to find out if this was really something to worry about. Are people really planning ahead for what Obama plans to impose on them or is this just talk to scare people? Before I could pull up Google, I exchanged a few e-mails with a friend an she confirmed the same thing. Her company has been having meetings, discussing what sort of action they'll be forced to take in the event of an Obama presidency.
Update: Add another family member to the list of people I've spoken to, today, who says his company is talking lay-offs based on what happens two weeks from yesterday.
Update 2 - 10/25/08: I was just talking to my mom and her good friend (who owns a "small business") was talking the same talk - preparing for a potential Obama presidency means preparing a new business plan and laying off workers.
We've seen what the media has done to "Joe the Plumber" - a man who simply asked a question of Obama's tax plan. John McCain brought him up later at the third presidential debate, not as one man, but as a man who represents what many Americans are thinking. Within a few days, the media was camped out on his lawn, digging through his tax records, and researching his life story. Crucifying those who speak out is something that is not supposed to happen in this country. I don't care about Joe the Plumber. I don't care if he killed ten people in 1979. I don't care if he doesn't send birthday cards to his mother. I care about the response he received from someone who is a moment away from leading our nation. Why isn't the media examining that? Joe the Plumber is not one man, he is a concept, he's you and me.
I've always hated when people say "this election is important." Aren't they all? But I'm really beginning to think in those terms as I'm seeing the effects within the lives of my friends and family. I think we have a tendency to turn a blind eye. From an early age, we're taught about how great our country is, about the great plight of the Founding Fathers. People come every day. We have more immigrants than any other country, people hoping to make a life for themselves and a future for their children in a place free of the imposition and terror that plagues their homeland. But I think we have a tendency to become complacent - to assume we'll always have certain freedoms. And we will, we most certainly will, but it's up to us to open our eyes and see when they're been taken out from under our noses, to speak up when we do realize it, and to take a stand against those who want to take them away.
Orson Scott Card is not someone I always find myself agreeing with, but I couldn't agree with this more! Unfortunately, I doubt it'll be the thing that starts the dialogue we need in this country about the media, but it doesn't hurt to put it out there!
Update: Rush Limbaugh is actually talking about it now on his radio show! So now you have two profound thinkers trying to get it out there!!
The Southern Girl's Guide To Proper Political Discourse: What Your Momma Should've Told You
October 21, 2008
I just did a quick Google search on Sarah Palin, and most of what I got was negative. I bravely clicked a few of the links, hoping for a little insight into why some people don't like her and I couldn't really come up with anything that had a point. Most of it was all over place, a frantic attempts to tear her apart without any real reason to. Even people I know, people who's opinions I value, people who I find to be right about many things can't seem to give me a valid reason as to why they don't like her. I love politics but everything is so nasty and so unbalanced right now, well, it just takes the fun out of it. So, I'm going to try to focus more on the positive for the next two weeks and the one shining light I (and millions of others) see in this election: Sarah Palin. Each night, I'm going to try to post something positive about her. It may be as simple as the video I posted or it may be something more in depth - I don't know, it just depends on what I have going on that day.
Feel free to critique, tell me it sucks, leave comments, etc.
I'm not sure why I got so worked up about this, but here it is in all its glory, my first post at my new blog. It's not what I thought it would be about, and well, it sucks, but it's done. I guess it's not really that big of a deal - as I pointed out, anyone can sign up for it - but I'm going to try to keep it up so that I can use it for whatever I may need to use it for in the future.
I started my story about three old women, this morning. I thought about posting it here, but I don't know, we'll see how it goes. I'm just kind of excited I'm finally doing all this writing I've been wanting to do. I guess being broke and sort of jobless has some advantages.
Oh well, I should go to bed. I have to go see about another job tomorrow. I actually really want this one (it's a great "for now" job, maybe a great "go back to school" job), but it's one of those things I get the feeling is already promised to someone's sister-in-law.
Song of the Day: "God's Gonna Cut You Down" by Johnny Cash
October 20, 2008
And Counter Dumbass: Laura Ingraham who wrote this in 1995 https://www.lauraingraham.com/images/pdf/NewYorkTimesArticle.pdf
Finally - this guy makes a good point (which is bizarre considering he's at CBS). Sarah Palin has been pretty accessible to the media lately. Joe Biden hasn't held a press conference in over a month! Where's the outrage? Palin Becomes Increasingly Accessible To The National Media - From The Road
It's cold outside! 53 degrees to be exact. The actual low is 37! I'm excited, I even made hot chocolate! (Notice how I become some sort of faux weather girl this time of year?)
So, as I mentioned last night, I signed up for a Townhall.com blog and I've been sitting here for the last two hours staring at it, trying to think of something to write. I'm not sure if I'm just totally braindead or I'm so worked up and sick of politics I'm having trouble being articulate about it. Maybe a little of both? I also think I'm trying too hard to make it sound like something I'm not and losing my own little unique writing style. I know what I want to write about - the overdone Sarah Palin/media elite topic. But I want to do it without sounding like some crazy person who automatically labels anyone who doesn't like her as an elitist and I want to do it without sounding like some crazy populist. I want to show that there is middle ground.
I actually planned to start on my Southern Goth story tonight that I never entered in that contest - it's about three old ladies, sisters, but I think I have to be outside to write it and I fell sleep around the time Peyton Manning started screwing over my fantasy team and didn't wake up until Brian and Stewie were headed for Germany and I didn't feel like sitting outside in the dark.
Oh yeah, I was going to review "Shutter" (the latest in my Halloween tour de Netflix).
Review of Shutter: It sucked.
Good night, kiddies!
October 19, 2008
Here's your dumbass of the day: Jim Piccillo. Piccillo is a
zombie lifelong Republican turned Democrat from Tampa - a former bank vice president and current Obama supporter because he "seemed to be a lot about hope" during the DNC.
But his biggest claim to fame? Introducing BHO's running mate as "Senator John McCain." Of course the audience goes wild anyway.
Actually, I could care less about this guy, I just wonder how Joe Biden feels about not being the the biggest screw-up in the room for once?
P.S. I'm kidding, Floridians - at one point in my life I spent so much time there, I may as well have been one myself! I love that place!
Sarah: How so?
Sarah's Dad: He just endorsed Obama.
Sarah: And? Do you think people around the country were sitting, waiting to know who Colin Powell endorsed? Do you think most people in this country even know who Colin Powell is? Only 21% of people can identify a picture of Dick Cheney! As a matter of fact, I'm willing to bet, more people know who Joe the Plumber is. Let's do our own "man on the street." Let's go to the Wal-mart parking lot right now and ask people if they know who Colin Powell and Joe the Plumber are.
Sarah's Dad: Nah, I'll probably just end up with a bunch of quotes from people wanting to fix my pipes.
Anywho, as someone who does know who Powell is, I am not feeling the sincerity. There's something in it for Powell somewhere. God forbid Obama wins, look for him in the cabinet.
October 18, 2008
[Update: I should probably explain this better - I just signed up for a Townhall.com blog: Townhall.com - Maybe Once, Maybe Twice. No one actually wants me to write for them...I'm forcing myself on the public...or I will be if I ever come up with something.]
I saw two things that caught my interest today. A million new McCain/Palin signs and a million "for rent" signs. I drove through my old cute historic downtown neighborhood (someone's fixing up my house, I guess guynextdoor bought it like he said he would) and every other house is for rent!! It figures, I couldn't find a single one when I was actually looking. Now I couldn't afford to pay the cheapest of rents and they're everywhere! I miss my little neighborhood!
Oh well, I'm going to leave you with this - you may have seen it, but if not it's two great minutes of B. Obama talking about health care. This is what happens when you take the man away from his script.
To be honest, I don't understand it either. Maybe it was her appearance on "The Daily Show" the other night. (Kidding!) I read this last night and it broke my heart. It's not so much that Noonan obviously doesn't like the Republican ticket, it's more WHY she doesn't like it. It's, well, it's exactly what Laura Ingraham said in my quote of the day. If I've learned nothing else from this election, it's who my "friends" in the media really are - from anchors to pundits, I have to say my viewing/listening/reading habits have changed a lot over the course of the past few months. It's not a left/right thing, it's a realistic view of the word thing.
So, go here: Laura Ingraham: Free Stuff and listen to "Conservative Elites Jump Ship." It's short, it's free, and it will make you feel a million times better, I promise. And this is not to say I will now completely disown Peggy Noonan at this point, I don't generally throw people under the bus like that.
By the way, if you don't know Laura Ingraham, you should. I have been listening to her for years (though not so much this year because of my schedule and her little forced hiatus)...I even bought her book, "Power to the People" (if you like what Sarah Palin stands for, you'll love it) as Christmas gifts for family members last year!! She was one of my first major role models in the political world.
October 17, 2008
Since I'm trying to get a head start on my (hopefully) apolitical weekend, I thought I'd bore you with the story of my dog and how she came to be mine. Last night, I was sitting in the dark in the bedroom watching TV and Gabby was stretched out on a pile of dirty clothes in my floor. She didn't move when I got up to get ready for bed and she was laying in a sort of awkward position. When I came back, she still hadn't moved and I must admit, my heart began pounding. I nudged her with my foot once and she still didn't move. I did it once more before I let myself panic and she lifted her head to look at me like, "What the hell do you want?" It was at this point I realized, I'm way too attached to that dog!
And I'll be the first to admit it, she is truly my best friend.
When I got Gabby, she was a mere six pounds and about six weeks old. Now she's 60+ pounds and on November 15th (I made that day up) she'll be six years old. Getting her was no easy task, but I do believe the two of us were meant to have each other...here's the story:
I had two dogs growing up: Molly and Benny. They both lived until I was in my early 20's, but Benny (despite being several years younger) didn't last long after Molly died at 15 years old. He died the summer after I turned 21. By that December, I knew I wanted another dog and I knew it'd be hell trying to convince my parents (I was living with them and going to college at the time), but they reluctantly agreed on the condition that when I moved out, it was to go with me. So, one afternoon - December 23rd to be exact - I asked my mom to come along with me to the humane society to pick one out.
The very minute I walked in the door, I saw Gabby. She and her sister (who looked like a Golden Retriever) were in the little pen in the middle of the room and she took one look at me and let out the biggest, deepest bark for such a tiny puppy. "I want that one," I said without hesitation, but my mom encouraged me to check out the others. I walked through the cages of dogs and puppies and of course I wanted all of them. I'd actually been considering getting an adult dog, because I know they don't get adopted as often as the babies do, and when my mom said "absolutely not" to the St. Bernard I'd finally decided on (I love big dogs - the bigger the better!), I was at a loss.
After half an hour of touring the place, I still wanted the little brown and white puppy with the big bark so I found someone who worked there and told her. I didn't like her reaction - she tried to encourage me to pick another one and then she reluctantly told me she'd have to talk to her boss. Another couple walked by and started talking like they wanted her but I discouraged them as I was standing guard at her cage. A few minutes later, the girl and the lady who runs the place came back and told me I couldn't have her. They told me she was sick and they would not adopt out a sick animal. They told me there was only so much medical attention they could provide and this puppy wasn't reacting well to it, so they were more than likely going to put her to sleep. I argued and more or less begged, but they wouldn't budge and I ended up going home with this Beagle/Bassett Hound mix named "Honey."
Honey was a very sweet dog. She was about a year old and her owners couldn't keep her in their apartment anymore, so they'd turned her in (how anyone can do that is beyond me, I'd find a new apartment). To be quite honest, I didn't want her, but I felt like I was doing a good deed and I tried to make up for it with that. I took her to the vet, spent $300 on shots and tests to make sure she was okay to bring home and dropped her off at the house with my parents before heading off to work.
I was working at Borders at the time and being that it was twos days before Christmas, the place was packed. I was stuck behind the register for hours straight, but all I could think about was how much I didn't want that dog, but being the dog lover I am, I would never take her back to the pound...unless I had to. This is where me being a jerk comes in to play. I remember saying a little prayer under my breath, wishing something would happen so I would have no choice but to take Honey back. A few hours later, I was on my lunch break and my mom called me. Unfortunately, my little prayer must have worked. I guess I should stop here and mention "Puppy" my mom's little high-maintenance dog. She's a Westie mix and my mom thinks she's the greatest thing to ever live. Well, as it would turn out, Puppy and Honey did not get along. My parents were careful about introducing them but within half an hour, they got into a fight and Honey ripped Puppy's eye open. Needless to say, Honey ended up back at the pound that night and Puppy ended up at the animal hospital having surgery.
That was the most miserable Christmas I've ever had. I felt bad for Honey, I felt bad for Puppy, I felt bad for Gabby, and to be honest, I felt bad for myself. I wanted a dog so bad...I wanted Gabby so bad, but now I wasn't going to have any dog at all. I'll admit, I moped around like a three year old until the day after Christmas when my mom finally gave in and let me in on a little secret. As it would turn out, when they took Honey back to the pound, the lady who runs the place was so upset, she promised my mom two things: 1) Honey would not be put to sleep and they'd be sure to advertise she was more than up to date on her medical care and 2) I could come get Gabby but I have to sign a waiver saying if anything happened to her (being that she was really sickly), I would not hold them responsible. Why my mom waited until after Christmas to fill me in on this, I don't know.
On December 27, my mom, the GC, his little brother, and I went back to the humane society and picked her up. I held her while my mom filled out the paperwork and I held her during the whole drive to the vet's office where he put her on medication and informed me I'd have to bring her back several times for follow ups. I took her (and my little cousins) with me to PetSmart where I spent about $100 on toys and treats and when I got home, I held her for two hours while she slept on my shoulder. I even canceled a trip to Florida I'd had planned (sorry, B) so I could stay home and take care of her and see to it that she got better.
I'd picked out the names "Gabby" and "Sadie" and I couldn't decide between the two but I found out the people at the humane society were calling her "Abby" so Gabby seemed like the logical choice.
Little did I know, life with Gabby would not be easy. Let's just say, she and I are two of a kind. My family likes to joke about how neurotic she is and I'll admit, she is a little on the odd side. She's not a social animal - there are only five people on earth she'll let touch her, I kid you not, and she panics when I'm not around. She doesn't like other animals...as a matter of fact she came running to me, crying and growling, a little while ago, as though something awful was after her - Mac the kitten was chasing her.
She likes to go in the car as do most dogs, and unless I'm going to work (or somewhere I'm going to be for any length of time) or it's too hot outside, I usually take here everywhere I go. One night, last fall, I drove up here in my parents' driveway and let her out of the car instead of putting her on her leash (a big no-no), but I really had to go to the bathroom. I searched the house but I couldn't find her and my mom told me she hadn't seen her, so I checked outside and she was nowhere to be found. My mom and I spent the next couple of hours looking for her. I was frantically trapping through the woods in the dark (it was midnight at this point) and my mom was driving up and down their road. My dad finally woke up and asked what we were doing and when my mom told him, he went to get dressed and joined the search. A few minutes later I heard them calling me from the house - and I ran up (it's a long run in the dark, up hill) to the house (I swear I was covered in mud and blood). I expected the worse, instead I got a dirty look from each of my parents as they told me to go check out the bedroom. Somehow Gabby had snuck in there, probably when we first got home, and was sound asleep, oblivious to the frantic search going on outside. My dad said when he got to work that morning, everyone asked him why he was so tired. He told them and he said one guy piped up and asked if this was the same daughter who's locked the same dog in her car with both sets of of her keys in the middle of the night, a few months before. There's no need to get into that story.
Gabby's also pretty stubborn, something else we have in common, I guess. Despite trying everything, even seeking professional help, it took over a year to housetrain her and to this day, there are still things she won't do (come when she' called). Because my family has so much land ("the compound"), we've never kept our dogs on leashes. They get their run of the place and they do not get in the road, so I didn't know any different. I've never "walked the dog." I've never had to. Unfortunately, I had to learn the hard way, this was not the case with Gabby.
One evening, when she was little over a year old, I woke up from a nap and let her and Puppy out. They stayed outside for a long time and Puppy kept barking. I opened the door to yell at her to be quiet, but she didn't, and just as I was about to step out on the porch to yell louder, I heard a man's voice coming from the dark. He startled me, but before I could say so, he immediately asked me if I had a brown and white dog. I confirmed that I did as my heart sank. The guy appeared on the porch - a Domino's pizza delivery guy - and he told me how he'd just watched a car hit her and drive off. Apparently, he got out to check on her and she was still alive, but laying in the middle of the street. (I tried to contact this guy later - my dad was going to buy him a tank of gas or something but we never could find him.)
I basically slammed the door in his face as I ran to put some pants on (I was in just a t-shirt) and told my dad on the way. My mom happened to be on the phone with my aunt and my aunt told her she'd call the 24/7 emergency care place and tell them we were on the way. My mom went out to the street and Gabby (somehow) got up and ran to the house. She tried to get up under it, in the crawl space, where she most likely would have died, but my dad caught her just in time. He scooped her up and I ran out and took her from him and we all piled in their truck and drove to the 24/7 animal hospital. I held her in the back seat and I will never forget the way she looked. Half of her face was missing, there was blood all over both of us. She kept looking at me with this bright-eyed hopeful look on her face and I didn't know what to do, but I kept my calm as I always do in emergency situations (something my last set of co-workers found kind of odd for a newbie and a trait I felt made me a great candidate for that job). My parents on the other hand were flipping out - my mom was driving and chattering, my dad was was wreck.
(Not that it matters, but I found this odd. I was wearing a solid white t-shirt, a very nice, expensive one I often wore to work under another shirt and I'd pretty much decided it was ruined, literally covered in blood and other stuff), but I went home and washed that shirt like normal and there was not so much s stain on it.)
Long story short, she was transported to the regular vet's office and I went up there daily to sit with her. Luckily for me, I had a new, young vet, who thrived on challenges and mending up that face, she says, was something she'd never seen anyone do and even asked if she could take pictures for a textbook she hoped to work on in the near future. They let her sleep in the floor of the operating room, but day after day, she didn't seem to get any better. I remember asking the vet, flat out, if she thought she would live. She told me she really couldn't say because she still wasn't sure of what kind of internal damage she had and she wasn't showing any signs of improvement. I remember going home that day and trying to think of something I could do. I am very impatient and I couldn't sit around playing this game, I needed her to be better. I thought of her laying up there in that cold room and how much she lit up when we went to see her and suddenly it occurred to me, she needed to remember home. I called the office and asked if I could bring her some things and right before they closed that evening, I took some of her toys and her bear rug. The bear rug. I bought her the bear rug at a neighbor's garage sale for $2. It's a little child-size rug, shaped like a bear, that growls when you squeeze it's head (or was, it's not longer with us - death by washing machine). She loved it more than anything. You should have seen the look on the faces of the girls at the office when I came in with that thing, but one of them help me set her up on it and the next day she was a different dog. A week and $4,000 later, I was finally able to bring her home.
Today, she's 95% of the dog she was before the accident. She still limps on occasion and her face is sort of crooked. I often joke she lost her modeling career that day. She also lost a few teeth and her freedom to go where she wants whenever she wants.
But even without that, she's never been 100% healthy. She has a skin condition so bad she mutilates herself. Her eyes and ears stay infected. She gets natural medication, dog medication, and even human medication. She has to have special baths, I have to keep her teeth brushed because of the accident, and her claws grow in a weird direction, so I have to pay careful attention to them. I honestly don't think the couple who was looking at her that day at the pound or most people for that matter would have given her the care she's needed over the years. And really do think the story of how I got her proves it was all meant to be.
And I wouldn't take back any minute of it. She has been with me through so much over the years. She's helped me through hard times just as I have her. She keeps me safe - people are scared of her size and her bark, they have no idea she's just as scared of them - and she keeps me happy. She comes first in all I do. She may be a little on the spoiled side, but I don't have any problem with that. She's lost without me - so much so, that I have to bring her to my parents' house when I go to work! But I have to admit, I'm just as lost without her.
I have no idea what I'll do when she's gone. I know I could never live without having a dog - it's the greatest thing in the world, but I just don't know that I could ever love another dog as much as I do her.
By the way, I have no idea exactly what sort of dog she is. She looks very much like a Brittany Spaniel, but she's shaped like a bigger breed - maybe a Golden Retriever. As I mentioned, her sister looked like a Golden Retriever puppy as did her mother who was also there at the pound (if I had my own house at the time, I probably would have taken all three of them). Her sister ended up being taken by a Golden Retriever rescue group, I have no idea what became of the mother which breaks my heart.
As for Honey, she did get adopted by a very sweet woman and as far as I know, lived happily ever after and Puppy and Gabby ended up being pretty close. Puppy still puts her in her place at times (even though she's a third of her size) but Gabby lets her, and when Gabby and I did move out, they really missed each other.
Quote of the Day: "I've learned there are three things you don't discuss with people: religion, politics and the Great Pumpkin." - Linus Van Pelt
I could quote Peanuts characters every day! Just wait until Christmas :-)
Anywho, I was going to get into the debate but I just don't want to. They may as well change the name from "debate" to "talking points and the occasional zinger." Those, my friends, are not debates. I had more fun watching the Al Smith dinner tonight! If you didn't see it, you must! (BTW, watch Katie Couric while McCain's talking. Oy.) I actually turned the TV off (or to baseball) last night after the debate and I can tell you I don't regret it a bit. There are very few people in ANY media who's opinions I value and at this point in time.
Keeping on that positive track, here's a great story to counter the DA of the Day: Senior With Down Syndrome Crowned High School Queen.
Song of the Day: "Roll On" by The Little Willies First of all, if you don't know this group, you must check them out! They're fronted by Norah Jones and according to their wikipedia page, they formed around their love of the old country classics. Their only album has some covers and some original stuff...this song was written by one of the members. Second of all, I chose it because I had a bittersweet personal moment this morning and this song (and "Songbird" but I figured you'd all kill me if I used another F. Mac song) has been in my head all day. I know, I'm a total cheesehead when it comes to fitting lyrics of songs to my life. Be glad I spared you the "Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened" quote. ;-)
October 16, 2008
1. This girl's mother: Girl, 9, jailed after Fort Myers classroom outburst.
Summary: Girl goes on rampage in classroom (not for the first time), teacher files charges, child is jailed, mom cries "not fair."
I've been in a classroom with an out of control nine year old and it's not fun (yes, it did require law enforcement) and it's hard to judge until you've been there. There's a threat to the teacher, the officers, the other students, and ultimately the child, itself. It's a matter of public safety, no matter how old the person causing the problem is and when all possible solutions are exhausted, there's only so much you can do. Being that it's not the first time she's behaved this way, this kid is obviously not getting what she needs from her parents (discipline, medical treatment, etc.), and all the teachers and officers can do at this point is protect her and others. I have no problem with the criminal charges, because at this point, a judge can see to it that the child gets the help she needs in whatever form that may be.
2. The Scranton Times-Tribune: Secret Service says "Kill him" allegation unfounded
Summary: Reporter says McCain supporter screams "kill him" during a rally. Secret Service says not so much.
Apparently if they say it's true, it's true...despite the fact no one else will back up the story! Sorry, I'm going to trust the Secret Service guys over the low-rate newspapers reporter on this one, and probably in most cases.
October 15, 2008
If you've been with me long, you know I hate Michael Vick (and did long before the dog fighting thing) and you know I can't stand Arthur Blank (owner of the most things sports in Atlanta and co-founder of Home Depot where Joe Biden hangs out). And I haven't really pointed this out here because I've been too caught up in the political thing, but I adore Matt Ryan as do many Falcons fans...and if they don't, they will.
Today, I read this: Blank: Vick should return to NFL, but not with Falcons. In the article, Blank says, "I believe in second chances. I believe in third chances. That doesn't mean I believe in forever chances. But I do believe he's capable of redemption and learning from his mistakes."
Here's what I want to know, if we didn't have Ryan, would Blank want Vick back? Cause here's the thing. Vick's had second and third and forth and fifth chances. At what point does it become "forever chances." Again, it's not just the dogfighting thing, it's the countless other times he's made a fool himself and a joke of this team, on and off the field.
Now we have Matt Ryan, a decent, respectable guy who knows what he's doing. He's got an excellent head for the game, but he's got the athleticism to back it up. He can call his own plays and he doesn't flip off the fans (literally and figuratively). Who knows, by next year, the Falcons might even sell out a game...and I've even heard a few whispers of...wait for it...post-season!!!
Even though I have my personal thoughts, I'm not going to say whether or not Vick should return to the game. That's Roger Goodell and whatever team's decision. I just think we have plenty of proof that the pair of Blank and Vick is not an ideal one and to think the possibility of Vick coming back to Atlanta may have rested on the shoulders of how well Ryan does or doesn't do....well, it makes him an even bigger asset.
Sorry, kids! I can't do debate tonight...maybe tomorrow! I am happily sitting here with my TV on baseball, listening to STP, and awaiting "Frasier." No commentary for or from me.
"Accompanied by her youngest son Trig, security, staffers and a small pool of news media, Republican vice presidential candidate Sarah Palin stepped off the “Straight Talk Express” bus to enter the store around 1:30 p.m., where she purchased a bag of Parents’ Choice brand disposable diapers and a toy." - The Daily Sentinel >News > Palin surprises local shoppers with visit.
How many Home Depots does Joe Biden hang out in again?
(Yes, I put this in another post earlier, but I felt it deserved its own...plus, the rest of that post was pretty bad.)
The reason I picked Fleischer is because he managed to make Jon Stewart look like a fool tonight and he did it without appearing desperate or unnerved. To see what I'm talking about, watch the last ten minutes or so of tonight's "The Daily Show." (Or don't, it's not worth it.)
I have come to respect the fact that "The Daily Show" is very liberal. I still watch it because I do admittedly still get a few laughs from it...that and I gotta do something to fill that hour before "Frasier!"
Tonight's show was awful. They could have replaced the Comedy Central logo with an Obama '08 sticker. The jokes weren't funny...they weren't even jokes. The entire first 2/3 of the show was like one big anti-McCain rally and Fleischer actually pointed that out to Jon Stewart between Stewart's false accusations posed as questions.
Even more brain-dead than Stewart is "The Daily Show" audience and they seem to get worse as the months and years pass. Jon Stewart could say the sky is black and they'd cheer and shout as though it's something they never thought to accuse the sky of being! I think that's what bothers me the most. And not to beat a dead horse, it's why I often mention Red Eye w/ Greg . (That and my new readership - thanks, CNN...) So many of us have longed for a balanced voice in topical entertainment and then Greg Gutfeld comes along...unfortunately, he's buried at 3:00 AM on Fox News. Gutfeld, Bill Schulz, and Andy Levy are three of the smartest, funniest people on TV...and they aren't, as far as I know, totally full of themselves.
I guess it's not that big of a deal, "The Daily Show" is what it is, but I was glad to see that Fleischer didn't let Jon Stewart walk all over him like some conservative guests do and I think I'm going to find something else to fill my 11:00 PM hour for a while.
This post totally got me out of talking about Obama's small business plan. (You think Bush is killing capitalism. Ha! Maybe tomorrow.)
October 14, 2008
Jesse Jackson is an easy target for this particular part of my blog but I'm not picking him because he's Jesse Jackson. I'm picking him today because of this: Jackson: “Zionists” will lose influence under Obama. Remember my post about racism in this election? I feel just as strongly about antisemitism. I know a lot of people don't think about it as the same thing or think it's as big a deal, but it is exactly the same and it's just as SICK and it's just as REAL. As a matter of fact, it's why I still have a big problem with Obama's association with Jeremiah Wright or Louis Farrakhan or even George Soros. I can't settle for a president who surrounds himself with radicals and racists and I don't think you can just dismiss people like that as easily as he's been allowed to do.
If Obama was really for change, he'd want to put a stop to this kind of hatred and he'd speak out loud and clear against it. And if he wants me to believe he really doesn't feel the way Jesse Jackson does, he'll quit sending mixed signals about our biggest ally in the Middle East.
As for Jesse Jackson, he can say what he wants, but his words are transparent. I just hope the country is listening.
Good grief, I've written this seven times - my internet is messed up. Needless to say, it's been edited greatly...you'd think I'd learn to type these things in Word by now.
October 13, 2008
Quote of the Day: "There is only one man in this election who has ever really fought for you...and that man is John McCain." - Sarah Palin
I'm having a bad day. One of those, "I'm never going to find another job, life sucks, I don't do anything right, I just found out the biggest loser of my 'group' in high school is married to a fairly decent guy when we all pretty much thought she was a lesbian, now I can never show my face at our 10-year reunion" kind of days. I wasn't even going to post tonight but I feel I really need to get a message out right now that's not watch Red Eye w/ Greg Gutfeld (though you can totally do that too - Frank Caliendo's on tonight! I'm so excited!). That message is, of course:
I really don't get this "it's not what he said but the way he said it" mentality. I know more than a handful of people who plan to vote for Obama but have no idea why. And if they do know why, it has nothing to do with actual issues and policy. Earlier, I likened it to a horror film. His followers are turning into zombies and the ones of us who haven't are looking around, freaking out, wondering what the hell is going on! As a matter of fact, even though I totally wrote it off as the worst movie I've seen in a long time last night, it's much like M Night Shwhatever's "The Happening." If you've seen it, you know what I mean. I feel like the Mark Wahlberg character only with better acting skills.
Anyway, you have to watch this video. I've done this myself before, I took a Rush Limbaugh quote and read it to a very liberal friend. She was quick to agree with it until I told her who said it and she tried to back out of her response. Well, that's pretty much what's going on in this video. Howard Stern sends someone out to question Obama supporters on the issues, only he uses McCain's stance on various things and the people...well, just watch the video:
I guess my point is, if you plan to vote for Obama, or even McCain, please make sure you know 100% what they stand for. Don't rely on the media to give you the facts...look them up. Look at non-partisan websites that are truly nonpartisan and look at information provided by both sides. Watch video, read, look up what they've done in their various terms in politics. Don't fall for soundbites and don't just assume because you've always voted for that party, that you're getting the same things you've always felt they represent. Make sure you know what you're getting yourself and everyone you know into.
And if you don't want to do that...well, maybe you can use your sheep costume for Halloween too. Or zombie costume as the case may be.
Republican or Democrat, Obama or McCain supporter, I think we can all agree on one thing: Leonardo DiCaprio is an idiot. It seems as though Leo is trying to get the kids to vote these days and he's doing it with a video full of extremely clever reverse psychology. Says DiCaprio, "I mean, seriously, after this whole video - if you're not gonna vote, I don't even know what to say." Um yeah. I also don't take political advice from someone who's film is being slammed at the box office by "Beverly Hills Chihuahua."
Anyway, I present to you DiCap's "Don't Vote" video.
I don't blame you, I couldn't watch the whole thing either. If they weren't Halle Berry or part of the cast of "Friends," chances are I didn't recognize them anyway. Back to my quote though, the "Red Eye w/ Greg Gutfeld" guys had more good stuff to say about it and most of it was pretty exactly what I was thinking. That's the thing, if you do get a good laugh out of this kind of stuff and don't take life too seriously, you will love this show. So again, I say DO WATCH - check it out at 3:00 AM EST (midnight weekends) on Fox News Channel. I so wish it were a bigger deal than it is - meaning not buried at 3:00 AM.
Anyway, a few more things I wanted to touch on since I guess I'm doing the Hollywood thing in this post:
"The Happening," awful film or worst film you've ever seen? - Like a lot of people, ever since I saw "The Sixth Sense," I began to anxiously await M. Night Shyamalan's work. "Signs" came and went and I'm not big on aliens but I am big on Joaquin Phoenix, so I let that one slide. Same deal with "The Village." Then came "Lady in the Water" and even though I wanted to shoot myself when it was over, I also let that one slide because I figured a lot of directors go through this pansy "Kevin Smith does 'Jersey Girl'" phase at some point in their careers. Then came "The Happening." I never got to see it in the theater - truth be told, it didn't stay here long. But I had faith and the minute they put it on DVD, I put it at the top of my Netflix queue, and yesterday, I watched it. Wow. First of all, the dialogue was terrible and the acting even worse. Mark Wahlberg and Zooey Deschanel were so bad that I kept thinking there was some sort of reason for the bad acting and we'd see it in a big twist at the end of the film. Ha! Not only does that not happen, but there is no big twist at the end of the film. I mean, you can come to your own conclusions as to what the movie is "really" all about, but even if you come up with something clever (which I never did), it still doesn't make up for the fact that the film SUCKED.
BTW, I also saw "Leatherheads" and I actually liked it. It's exactly the sort of role I love George Clooney in (I could watch "O' Brother Where Art Thou" all day) and that's really all I expected from it, but it had some really funny moments as well. I wouldn't put it on my favorite movie list, but I wouldn't turn it away if I were on a plane or something.
Ricky Gervais, man after my own heart: I don't know a whole lot about him other than everyone I know tells me I should know plenty about him, but when I read this: Ricky Gervais: I Hate Exercising in Public, I knew he was indeed someone I need to know more about. (Say all that three times really fast.) Anyway, the GC will probably be the only person who fully gets the extent of why I even posted this particular little snippet, so the rest of you can just move along.
And finally, most of you know how much I adore Dolly Parton. Well, now I have even more reason to love her: Dolly Parton: 'I Can Relate to Sarah Palin'
Oh well, I think I've spent most of the entire weekend sitting on my ass, either reading political stuff or watching football. Oh yeah, football, I have to brag - did anyone see my Falcons today? What a game! They were beating Chicago the entire time it seems, but with eleven seconds left on the clock, Chicago scores, making it 20-19, Chicago wins...or so you think. Six seconds left, the Falcons ended up back on their own 44 yard line, Matt Ryan (the anti-Vick) makes a perfect 20-something yard pass to Jenkins who runs out of bounds leaving one second left for Jason Elam to to make what amounts to a 50 yard field goal. And he does and it's 22-20 and life is good in Atlanta.
Song of the Day: "Radio Nowhere" by Bruce Springsteen