30.3.01

Bush pokes fun at his fumbled words

Share and share alike. Though he may not be the smartest cookie in the jar, I do give G.W. mad props for not taking himself too seriously. It makes sense, since hardly anyone else takes hhim seriously anyway. Being entertaining isn't exactly a requisite quality for a president, but it's better than nothing.

29.3.01

Unconscionable.

There won't be any economy when the Earth is unlivable (or when the rest of the world gets fed up with our crap and declares an all-out embargo, whichever comes first). Absolutely unconcscionable. There are pacific island nations that will be submerged if we don't do something about global warming soon, not to mention the other unknown effects that crap like this could cause. America would be better off without being so reliant on fossil fuels anyway. If it weren't for the oil lobby (and our incredibly corrupt legislative system), this wouldn't even be a problem. Harumph. Idiot.

Actually, I shouldn't be so hard on Dubya, since he almost certainly isn't making these decisions. Dick Cheney and the rest of the "Brain" Trust, however, deserve the Idiot tag and then some.


Say what you will about Clinton, but the man isn't stupid. Immoral, by most people's definition, sure. But not stupid. Give me immoral over stupid anyday (in a president, at least). Of course, I think nearly every politician is immoral, and the things they do are much more damaging to the country and the world than, say, selling nights in the Lincoln Bedroom, or having an overactive libido.


Anywho, I've got to go take a nap or something.

love and SPF 100 sunscreen,
J

28.3.01

diamonds, cloaks and corsets

the lords and ladies dance around me
with problems primly painted over;
their words may echo twice as loudly
off the cloth that gleams like gold,
but diamonds, cloaks and corsets
only insulate the cold.

27.3.01

"Things Have Changed"
by Bob Dylan

A worried man with a worried mind
No one in front of me and nothin' behind
There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne.
Got white skin, got assassin's eyes
I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies
I'm well dressed, waiting on the last train.

Standin' on the gallows with my head in a noose
Any minute now I'm expectin' all hell to break loose.

People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm outta range
I used to care, but things have changed.

This place ain't doing me any good
I'm in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood
Just for a second there I thought I saw something move
Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag
Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag
Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove.

Lot of water under the bridge, lot of other stuff too
Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through.

People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

I've been walking forty miles of bad road
If the bible is right, the world will explode
I've been trying to get as far away from myself as I can.
Some things are too hot to touch
The human mind can only stand so much
You can't win with a losin' hand.

Feel like fallin' in love with the first woman I meet
Puttin' her in a wheel barrow and wheelin' her down the street.

People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed.

I hurt easy, I just don't show it
You can hurt someone and not even know it
The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity.
Gonna get low down, gonna fly high
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
I'm love with a woman who don't even appeal to me.

Mr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake
I'm not that eager to make a mistake.

People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm outta range
I used to care, but things have changed.
"There is no such thing as Paranoia in this world. Anything you suspect will turn out to be true if you pursue it long enough. Paranoia is just another word for Ignorance.
--Hunter S. Thompson (aka that guy who wrote Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas before Terry Gilliam made it into a movie).

Speaks for itself. Great quote.

love and tacos,
J

26.3.01

Another OD cross-post. Enjoy.

I Went To A Party, And A Music Video Broke Out

[fade in]

Singer/Band/Rapper begins performing in an ordinary (and unlikely) location, such as an apartment, a city street, or a rooftop.
Performance continues for a little while; before long, a few random (attractive, scantily clad) passerby hear the music, forget about wherever they were headed, and start to BOOGIE!

[close-up of singer]

Zoom out, showing a party in full effect surrounding the performance. What was once a fledgling shindig is now worthy of the title "Groovin'-est Party Ever". All because of the magical, wonderful music of {insert artist here}.

The party continues for a minute or two. As the song winds down, the party hits a fevered pitch. Then, even more suddenly then it began, the party vanishes, leaving only the artist, as the last chord/beat/word echoes.

[fade out]

That, my friends, was the latest ultimate music video cliche (following in the grand footsteps of the smoke machine): the Spontaneous Party. You can hardly turn on a music video channel (other than MTV itself, that is) without seeing an example of this most terrible of trends. The message is clear: buy this music, and your life will be a party. I also see an underlying message: musicians are lonely people, except when they're playing (or perhaps it's the directors who are lonely...).

So how did this trend start? I have traced the roots all the way back to the summer of 1999, when the Evil collaboration of Santana and Rob Thomas first hit MTV, VH1, MuchMusic, Univision, the BBC, and the cable access station nearest you. That video also spawned the Latin Revolution (which, like most well-mannered revolutions, has now died a timely death) and the somewhat less pervasive sweaty spandex craze.

But the ultimate question that we all must ask ourselves is this: When will the madness end? It is imperative that America as a whole reject this sickening phenomenon, which I have dubbed The Curse of Rob Thomas, and eliminate (like a good acne medication) any and all breakouts of spontaneous parties.

This has been a message from People for the Ethical Treatment of the Television Audience (PETTA).

Thank you.
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La la la. Sometimes I make myself happy. Happier than normal, that is.

love and Hunan chicken,
J