No, sadly, it’s Bush.
Voting, schmoting! Let’s talk movies! Seriously, I’ve voted, and I hope you will to. But while we’re waiting on the polls to close, here’s some fun.
Red Sox, Red Sox, Post season woes
As yet another curse they blow.
Billy Buckner was not there,
And they stole the Cardinals’ underwear.
Everyone else is saying it: Go Red Sox! I don’t go for curses. I don’t believe in ghosts. And after last night, I think it’s safe to say that it’s okay to hate the Yankees. This is about baseball curses.
There are days when I hate you all, every last stinking one of you net users. Yesterday was that kind of day. The internet isn’t free! Shut up, shut up!
I just got back from my uncle’s funeral, and I felt the need to blog on something less raw. This is about why you need to watch UPN. Sorry, I’m not kidding.
Image theft is one thing I’m resigned to on the net. Bandwidth theft I oppose with all the anger in my heart.
Let yourself go.
Relax and let yourself go. Relax.
You’ve got yourself tied up in a knot.
The night is cold but the music’s hot. So…
What a vegetable. Makes you cry. And it did.