Because I Just. Can't. Stand. The CUTENESS!

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

...people with a clue called for the assasination of Pat Robertson. Note that White House officials have disavowed him, while President Bush himself has remained silent thus far.

Just for fun, here's another infamous Robertson quote: "Feminism encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians." So that's why I left Michael -- because I'm a FEMINIST!

("700 Club," my ass.)

Or neighborhood annoyance, whatever. Someone's moving out of my apartment building, and they are standing outside, just in front of the building, (and thus in front of my kitchen, my bedroom, and my living room) in the shaft that has really good acoustics.

They've been on their cell phone for about 45 minutes, now. It's 9:30 am. So far I've heard about their taking the red-eye, the horror movie they saw the other night, and Brooklyn vs. Queens. (Queens lost.) Oh, and they're feeling guilty for not carrying any boxes. Awwww.

They've been talking ever since I woke up, in the most annoying, overpriveleged-20-year-old voice imaginable. I'm barely restraining myself from screaming "Shut Up! Shut UUUUUP! Put that cell phone AWAY!" out the window. MOVE AWAY, ALREADY!

I'm a bit stirred up over the decision against Merck today. My Dad was taking Vioxx when he died -- and, less than a year later, all of the information came out that said people with heart issues should not be on that drug.

Yes, he had high blood pressure, was obese, had diabetes, had a double-bypass, the whole nine yards. I know that. I know that he could have gone at any time -- heart attack, stroke, etc. My mother decided not to do an autopsy, so I don't have an absolute cause of death. But I have to wonder. There's no way for me not to wonder... He died in his sleep, just like the husband of the woman who won in court today.

My gut, honestly? Dad would have been with us for at least a little while longer if he hadn't been taking the Vioxx. He may have been on the edge of a heart attack, but I think that's what pushed him over. It's been almost five years since he died, and I miss him every day.

I'm glad Carol Ernst won today.

Soooo....I saw "Dukes of Hazzard." Voluntarily, even. (Although a little under duress.)

Um.

Well.

The car is fast. Jessica Simpson's body is smokin'. Seann William Scott's smile is cute. That's all you need to know. Let's face it, no one's seeing this flick for the plot...

However, as I said to my movie buddy, post-flick, "Don't you DARE make fun of my love of the movie classics 'Cannonball Run -- 1 and 2' or 'Smokey and the Bandit,' both parts, not to mention the fine, FINE classic that is 'Road House.' After sitting through this? I don't ever want to hear it. You have no excuse, no defense."

Dude, we are so going to see Road House II.

So these cheerleaders helped track down a hit-and-run by turning the guy's license plate number into a cheer. Go, them!

What may have been easier: writing it down. :)

So, the U2 tune "Sometimes You Can't Make It on your Own?" Damned good song, that. I know that Bono wrote it about his father, and that he first sang it at his Dad's funeral. Quite resonant with me, 'specially since my own Dad is gone.

Um. So. Having said that, how sick and twisted is my brain that my subconscious subverted the title one day? End result: I found myself humming "Sometimes, You Get Naked On Your Own..."

I'm driving the magic schoolbus straight to hell...

From the "yes, Virginia, typegeeks are fun" I bring you...Pastor of Muppets.

Thïs fönt räwks! :)

these things you keep
you better throw the away
turn your back
on your soulless days
once you were tethered
now you are free
once you were tethered
now you are free
that was the river
this is the sea
if you're feelin' weary
or you been alone too long
or maybe you been sufferin' from
a few too many
plans that have gone wrong
and you're tryin' to remember
how fine your life used to be
runnin' around banging your drum
like it's 1973
well that was the river
this is the sea
now you say you got trouble
you say you got pain
you say you got nothin' left to believe in
nothin' to hold on to
nothin' but chains
you been scourin' your conscience
and rakin' through your memories
you been scourin' your conscience
and rakin' through your memories
but that was the river
this is the sea
Now I can see you wavering
as you try to decide
you got a war in your head
and it's tearin' you up inside
you're tryin' to make sense
of something that you just don't see
you're tryin' to make sense now
and you know that you once held the key
but that was the river...
this is the sea
Now I hear there's a train
it's comin' down the line
it's yours if you hurry
you got still enough time
you don't need no ticket
and you don't pay no fee
you don't need no ticket
and you don't pay no fee
that was the river
this is the sea
-- The Waterboys, "This is the Sea"

I haven't said much publically about my separation or upcoming divorce -- what's been happening is really between myself and M. I'm sad and sorry that all of this came to pass, but as time has gone by, I know that I made the right choice. I still care for M very much, and want to see him happy and well. There's no ill-will from me at all.

If all of the paperwork happens in a timely way, my divorce should be final in the beginning of 2006. Cross fingers that everything goes smoothly; I know that both of us want to move on with our lives.

And finally, I know some are wondering: yes, I'm dating. That's all I want to say for now. :)