1) Being the experienced political reporter I am, I spent most of yesterday night taking a nice walk, getting screwed by Jason's Deli (Apparently when you ask for turkey on a sandwich, you actually mean a big fucking portobello mushroom, so they go ahead and just give you the big fucking portobello mushroom-Jason's Deli: The Customer's Always Right), playing Rock Band 2 (Spirit in the Sky by Norman Greenbaum. It's easy to ignore the overtly christian lyrics when you have such a rocking riff), then it was on to It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Of course we got some debate in during commercials. So I think I can safely say, in my expert opinion, that Biden won and Palin didn't look as ridiculous as many thought she might. Wait, that's not my expert opinion, it's the opinion of everyone else. Oh well, where is that damn guitar controller...
2) People ask me every day, "Russell, are we still fucked?" And the answer, almost every time, is "yes, most certainly yes". You need to prepare for the possibility that you will have to load your entire family in a truck and move to California where you will attempt to get work as a migrant field worker, all the while staying in one of many labor camps. You see, that damn Dust Bowl wiped out your crops and there is nothing keeping you in Oklahoma... Is anyone getting these Grapes of Wrath jokes, 'cause I'm laying it on pretty thick.
3) In sports, whelp. We're screwed. The Cubbies lost in what can only be called a pathetic manner befitting a child molester or mortgage broker. Just awful. So now we move out to Los Angeles to attempt to salvage this World Series run...I'm so embarrassed.
In other news, the other team I would have wanted to do something good, is following their NL Central brethren right down the goddamn drain as the Brewers crapped the bed against the Phillies again. But the Tampa Bay Rays beat the White Sox in their first game, so maybe something from this season can be salvaged. I like the Rays' story and team, even if I think their league's brand of baseball is sissy and unamerican.
4) Man, I've got to tell you. I've been pretty run down lately. I just can't get enough sleep for some reason. And I know we are having some nice weather, but I just can't get acclimated to it. One minute I'm freezing and the other I'm burning up. And this new spot on my face seems kinda weird; like a liver spot or a lesion of some sort. Oh well, guess I'll just go have some more unprotected sex with strangers...
5) In entertainment, Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist is looking like a good idea for the weekend. In fact, I might just go give them $7.25 tonight.
Myspace Music has launched and I've been using it, if only for the sheer amount of music available. This guy really hates it, and I do kinda agree about the clunky interface. And why can't I add more than one song at a time to one of my playlists? WHY?!?
The tributes, rightly so, for Paul Newman keep pouring in. Robert Redford, the man most linked to Newman in my eyes, told Time his feelings, and like everything Redford does, it's worth looking into.
Well, that's about it. I leave you with one of the greatest moments in cinematic history.
Friday, October 3, 2008
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