Ladies? All the ladies. Louder now.

Marcy Kaptur breathes some life into C-Span. And Wanda Sykes
needs to see some receipts.

What economy? What election? What war?

I'm a sucker for a good distraction. In fact, that gives me an idea for the title of my autobiography, "A LIFE OF DISTRACTION." Previously, I was thinking of calling it "NEVER BEEN PUNCHED." Until, of course, I was punched. Which makes me think that it might be premature to think of a title now. And with so much exciting news vying for my attention, who knows when I'll ever get around to writing it.

Oh, here's the deal with these pics according to the AP:

LONDON -- Trafalgar Square routinely serves as a stage for mimes, jugglers and other acts, but the tourist attraction drew an exceptionally curious crowd Tuesday when the shortest man who can walk met the woman with the longest legs.

He Pingping, of China, stands precisely 2 feet 5.37 inches tall (.7461 meters tall). The 20-year-old was born with a type of dwarfism.

He called Svetlana Pankratova's legs "very beautiful."

The two met, with He standing at Pankratova's knees, the publicize the release of "Guinness World Records 2009." This year's version of the popular book is due out Wednesday.

Pankratova, 36, who is Russian but lives in Spain, has legs that are nearly 52 inches (132 centimeters) long, or more than 4 feet (1.2 meters) long. Her upper body has nearly typical proportions, giving her a giraffe-like appearance.

She's got legs and she knows how to use them.

"Thanks, but no thanks"

I've been trying to understand why the McCain camp feels like they can continue to claim that Sarah Palin did not support this "Bridge to Nowhere." Anyone with the simplest research skills could quickly find out that she did indeed support the funding for that bridge. Clearly, the mainstream media has failed to hold her accountable. I think what Sarah Palin actually means to say is "Thanks...,." and then after 1 year passes, "No thanks!"

Don't step on the children

oh, i forgot to mention this.
Zoe and I went to Ian Svenonius' night at Santos just over a week ago.
Calvin Johnson was the special guest. And Heatmiser was the live act!
Just kidding about Heatmiser, but all the rest is true. (R.I.P. Elliott Smith).

Anyway, we were excited to go. Actually, we were more excited about the idea of going, but when it came to actually going there we really had to force ourselves. I told a bunch of people about the Ian Svenonius/Calvin Johnson one night only extravaganza. Everyone seemed interested, but at the last minute it was just me and Zoe who went.

It was upstairs at santos. There were live bands. This band called Crystal Stilts (i think that's their name) was really good. We watched their whole set. We only had one drink. I thought the music was great. Whatever Calvin was playing was a breath of fresh air. And Ian played those golden oldies that I expected to hear.

Zoe and I agreed that the night was more relaxing than it was exciting.
Maybe we thought we'd see other people we remember from the 90s.
The whole scene did feel sort of familiar in a comfortable way. For a second I thought that Bill Clinton was president again. We did see a guy raver who was really doing his own thing. When I was in the bathroom I saw graffitti about Harold Hunter. I took a picture of it for Zoe. In a very touching way, it brings everything full circle.

So, it's a fun party. My goal is to convince more people to go. Just remember - Monday nights.



Here's a nice picture of Calvin that i found. I wish I had talked to him just to hear his deep voice. Maybe he doesn't talk the same way he sings. I don't remember.

healing tears

Pollyanna is such a tearjerker.
I ended up getting sucked into watching it on the Hallmark channel this past weekend.
Whoever handles programming for the Hallmark channel is smart.
This film has all the sentiment that greeting cards try so hard to convey.
They should do cross-marketing!

I was feeling so ill over the weekend because of allergies.
My muscles ached like a motherfucker. I even got a massage
from this chinese place near my house. The masseuse really
hurt me, but i'm not used to getting a massage and i decided i should
just take the pain. Plus, one time when i did squel she just said "It's ok"
and then she kept on doing it. It didn't seem like it mattered to her.
I was worried, too, because she massaged my butt a lot. I guess I didn't
have a god way of knowing if this was a legit massage place. But I chose
it because I had a gift certificate.
Also, she sat on me.

Anyway, while I was feeling ill this weekend, it would have made me feel better to have received a 'Get Well Soon' card with a picture of a paralyzed Pollyana being carried down the stairs while the whole town came out to greet her. The entire town! The orphans, old curmudgeons, disgruntled servants, and even Jane Wyman who played her cold-hearted aunt! All of them moved to pieces by pollyanna's sweetness. I cried so much while watching that. I actually think crying helped with my allergies. I know it cleared out my nasal passage.