Words, Words, Words, Words

My house faces a busy street. Many a time a car will drive by with its music blasting, usually something full of bass beats and techno rhythms and whatnot.

Someone just drove by with The Battle Hymn of the Republic playing so loudly I could hear it for a full minute after it'd passed.

It was just odd.

Neil Gaiman just posted this on his website, and, as he predicted, I, along with the others I suspect, am passing it along.

Vee Dee...is for Everybody... This needs to be made into a full length Broadway Musical.

The commercial seems like something Hanso Corporation would have made.

We had a bird in our house today. A bird. In our house. I was sitting on the couch, recovering from the shovelling, and suddenly I see this black shape fly up my stairs. I call Charlie to help me find the poor thing, and he found it perched on the hangers in my bedroom.

"Can we keep it as a pet?" he asked in a very hopeful voice.

I told him how wild birds wouldn't make good pets, and then spent the next ten minutes trying trying to figure out how to get it out of the house before it breaks its little neck on something while Charlie followed it delightedly as it flew around the house. I opened my bedroom window and the front door and eventually, thank goodness, it flew to freedom. Poor little thing.

I also forgot to mention that there was this article in Glamour or something that I was reading on Friday while waiting to get Charlie's hair cut that talked about 'women who blog'. It was a stupid article, really, but they mentioned LiveJournal so I felt all on the cutting edge and stuff.

That is all.

This was off my comcast.net homepage. I can't link, since I don't think non-Comcast people can see it, so I am reposting the article in its entirety.

( send an email to your future self )

Not sure what I'd want to say to my future self. Possibly 'sorry about the mess.'

What would you say?

So, I'm going through eToys.com, my search narrowed down to 8 year old boys and I come across this.

...The hell?

After reading the doll's description, (Bush has earned a reputation as a compassionate conservative who shapes policy based on the principles of limited government, personal responsibility, strong families and local control.) I started to wonder if eToys was owned by some uber-conservative group, when I read the description for the Rumsfeld doll:

Donald (Rummy) Rumsfeld is tight-lipped and reluctant to let the press know exactly what is going on behind closed White House doors, so when he talks, he makes news...Press his button to listen to 28 different phrases including: "I believe what I said yesterday. I don't know what I said. But I know what I think. I assume that's what I said."

Has to be a satire, right? Something for the grown ups to giggle over? No one could seriously think their 8 year old doll would want to play with these things. Unless they are raising the next generation's Alex Keaton.

Don't put "I see dead people" on your resume.

Security Guard fired for seeing ghosts.