
Sincerely,
The Universe
Everyone’s posted this, but it’s worth repeating. Go to Google and type WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION–no quotes–then click the I’m Feeling Lucky button. Hilarity will ensue.
Cute CLE Girl, the subject of my RCB post, e-mailed me back today with a friendly note. Take that, Extremely Negative Mark, you bastard!
Did you take one of those dorky career aptitude tests when you were in high school? They never seemed to give many options to the kids who liked to blow stuff up in the field just outside town. So for all you reformed pyromaniacs, here’s one career idea…
Here’s an article about some promising research for people with spinal cord injuries. The big challenge will be for the US to get rid of its misguided and hamfisted regulations on stem cell research. And while research is always a good thing, some additional funding for personal care attendants and other direct care workers would go a long way towards keeping people out of institutions and in their own homes.
Does Dean have a chance? He has the momentum of late. Grass-roots organizing may be our only chance to restore sanity to the White House.
Dear Ralph: Go away. We’re bored with you. Sincerely, Mark.
Did John Wayne’s ghost suddenly assume control of our President? Is it really a good idea to taunt potential terrorists, especially given the current situation in Iraq? Has he thought about how his moment of dick-swinging bragodiccio might get some pool American soldier killed? This just reinforces my belief that the scripted and unscripted Bush are two very different people.
A couple weeks ago, I went to get my picture taken for a new ID card. I still have my Wisconsin ID and it expired about five years ago. So i go to the Government Center and discover that my chair can barely fit into the photo booth. Once I finally get myself situated, we discover that the automated camera can’t aim its lens far enough down to see my face. After about thirty minutes of fiddling with the camera, we finally decide that the best solution is to have someone physically lift me out of my chair and hold me up high so that the camera can see me. Something tells me the picture is gonna suck. But that’s not nearly as interesting as the time six bouncers carried me up a flight of stairs into a topless bar for a friend’s bachelor party. I’ll save that story for later.
If anyone’s interested, I could still use some ideas for a banner or masthead for this site.
I may also be looking for additional nursing staff within the next month or two. If anyone knows of RNs or LPNs in the Twin Cities area who may be interested in picking up some home care shifts (for a pretty good hourly wage), drop me a line.
Last night, I picked up some comics by Warren Ellis. Today, Warren and I are both guest bloggers on the Reverse Cowgirl. More than a little surreal, if you ask me. I checked the hits to The 19th Floor just now and almost fell out of my chair. I’ve had more hits today than in the past few weeks. Pretty cool. So keep reading and I’ll keep trying to make this thing interesting. Thanks for having me, Susannah.
Got my tickets to see the New Pornographers this weekend. I’m going with a friend from work, so it should be a good time. The last time I went to a concert was last summer at the Fine Line to see the Doves. I nearly got trampled. Hopefully, First Avenue is more wheelchair friendly.
It’s great to see some progress in the Mideast peace process. My father’s side of the family is Jewish (technically, I’m not Jewish because my mom isn’t) and while I feel no special connection with Israel, I do hope that both peoples can achieve some measure of normalcy and security for themselves and their children. In the long run, I do think most conflicts end because people simply tire of fighting. It’s just a question of how long it takes to reach that point.
This amusing little anecdote has been floating around the blogosphere today:
Meeting last month at a sweltering U.S. base outside Doha, Qatar, with his top Iraq commanders, President Bush skipped quickly past the niceties and went straight to his chief political obsession: Where are the weapons of mass destruction? Turning to his Baghdad proconsul, Paul Bremer, Bush asked, �Are you in charge of finding WMD?� Bremer said no, he was not. Bush then put the same question to his military commander, General Tommy Franks. But Franks said it wasn�t his job either. A little exasperated, Bush asked, So who is in charge of finding WMD? After aides conferred for a moment, someone volunteered the name of Stephen Cambone, a little-known deputy to Donald Rumsfeld, back in Washington. Pause. �Who?� Bush asked.
I should have some mildly exciting news to post tomorrow. Stay tuned.
I used to work for a trial court judge and just about every year he throws a party for his former clerks, so I’m off to the ‘burbs in a little bit. The weather is great and it should be fun to see some former colleagues. And for your Sunday reading pleasure, here’s a wonderful commencement speech delivered by Tony Kushner (Angels in America). Enjoy.
If you have a book fetish like me, you should be reading the blog over at Bookslut. She’s great fun and isn’t a snob, which means she’ll cover everything from literary fiction to comics.
Speaking of comics, I was reading Marvel’s press release regarding Neil Gaiman’s new mini-series entitled 1602. Not quite what I was expecting, but it could be interesting. In the meantime, I should get to the 3 or 4 graphic novels sitting on my desk.
I don’t usually buy computer games at chain stores, but my departing nurse and I wanted to get in one last fix of FPS goodness. So I probably paid $10-$15 too much for Elite Forces II. It’s been fun so far, even if the first mission does retread the whole Borg thing.
Google still amazes me sometimes. I’ve had this fragment of a song playing in my head for the last few days. but I couldn’t remember the title or artist. So I finally went to Google and typed in the few lyrics I remembered. I found it in less than a minute. The song, by the way, was The Life of Riley by The Lightning Seeds. The Web is the ultimate solution to the Tip-Of-My-Tongue Syndrome.
I’ve been following Howard Dean’s blog lately and I’m actually starting to like the guy. He may not have the gravitas of Kerry, but Kerry is just so boring! Dean reminds me of Martin Sheen’s character on The West Wing, who is also a progressive former governor from the Northeast. And Dean just might have the chutzpah to take on Bush without seeming accommodationist.

When did Liz Phair become such a hottie?
