I’m not an anti-American, I just didn’t vote for Bush and I think he’s going about this all wrong. This is filled with my personal views of the war. If you think that Bush is right and we should be doing this, stop reading now. Seriously. This is your warning.
Mrs. Ipstenu came up with the title, and while morbid it’s actually very true right now. The last twelve months have been hard.
It’s a sad day in the neighborhood. We’re missing another cultural icon from PBS. Jim Henson, the afro painter guy, and now Mr. Rogers. I miss them all.
One of these days it’ll really snow. No, really. Honest! Hey, get back here! I didn’t tell you about the time I had to walk uphill in the snow, both ways, to get home- ahh forget it. Go vote Gracie Allen in for President.
So the blog was down for a day and now it’s back, you can access it directly at blog.ipstenu.org, and I’ve imported my old Open Journal entries. All seven of them. Today’s topic is not the Girl Scout Cookies I just bought, but Thin Mints are kosher. Yay!
Nashville’s pretty. It’s nice. It has this really whacked out Devil Building, a backwards highway system, some weird mix between South and North as far as music goes, and all in all, it’s worth a drive through. On the other hand, that town was really made for people PASSING through.
It took me forever to understand that those ‘verb’ commercials were basicaly saying ‘kids, get out an exercise’. Sheesh. If you’re trying to get a couch potato out there, you may want to try being a little more obvious. TV makes us stupid, fat and lazy, after all.
I knew it was going to happen again. The laws of probability can’t be changed any more than you can change the laws of gravity. Nothing is 100% effective (read the back of a condom box, guys). That said, we can’t allow one accident to stop us. Don’t let the crews of Apollo 1, Challenger and Columbia have died in vain. Support NASA. Oh and NASA? Get your shit in gear and stop being so political.
A family tradition that I broke! Ipstenu SMASH!
I know from cold, okay? No biggie. I know from time wasted. I’ve been in airports. Those things don’t bother me. But 8 degrees and the office bus system charfs? Nuh uh!