Why Xena was doomed to failure. Yeah, I know. Xena. It’s so 1990. This was originally written on April 14th, and postponed.
I was foundering around, trying to find a Blog topic today, when I went to google, typed in ‘random’ and hit ‘I Feel Lucky.’
I’m not a Republican. I’m not really a Democrat. I continue living my life in un-categorizable ways. You can start the check-box system but I’ll throw you off in one way or the other pretty soon. So this really is an honest question. What’s wrong with being a Republican?
The truth is that I’m really bored at work.
It’s voting day in Chicago. If you’re an American citizen, 18 or older, and you don’t vote in elections, fuck you. No, really. Fuck. You. Except you, Dad. I understand your dilemma.
Non-fluff is fun!
A few wacky weeks of weddings ends with Bush snarling ‘No same-sex marriages.’ Becuase it would destroy the sanctity of marriage. Gee, and I thought it was the rampant divorce rate.
It’s Wednesday. I don’t remember anyone asking me if it could be Wednesday. I don’t like Wednesday. It’s a strange and fey day.
In a past life I used to be one of those geeks. All I can say now is that I bathe regularly and dress better than my mother had hoped, but not as well as she’d like.