News Flash: Republicans are still clueless. Yes, Mr. Lott, if only good ol’ Strom had been elected President and kept them coloreds in the kitchen and fields where they belong. And maybe the Jews wouldn’t have gotten control of Hollywood. Sheesh. Can we have a temporary ban on dumb, white, racist, male senators? I’m sure Senator Lott could find work somewhere else, like maybe a greeter at Wal-Mart. I’d suggest being a server at Shoney’s, but I think that fine restaurant chain is simply too classy for him.
I read this morning that there’s going to be another Mad Max film. Very cool. Road Warrior is one of my favorite films and I’m anxious to see what the plot is for this one. Just no Tina Turner, okay?
Mark

I hope everyone has a pleasant and bountiful Thanksgiving. I’m not a big eater, but I do enjoy the occasional helping of mashed potatoes or stuffing. I usually don’t get to see my family at Thanksgiving; that’s usually saved for Christmas (a very secular holiday for the Siegel clan). So whether you’re alone or surrounded by dozens of screaming relatives, enjoy the day and don’t get too stressed by the impending madness of the holiday season.
I ventured out of my apartment for the first time in several days yesterday. It felt good to be back in the world again. Perhaps a trip to the movie theater is in order for this weekend.
Mark

Life is funny sometimes. Funny like getting chicken pox when you’re 29. Just when I was getting over my cold, I got these weird little blemishes on my face and chest. The little bastards soon had a colony over my entire body, complete with strip malls and a couple Starbucks. But I’ve got them on the run now. Unfortunately, I can’t shave, so I’m starting to look like the Unabomber’s kid brother.
I’m BORED, Dear Reader! So send e-mail with suggestions on how to amuse myself until I can leave my apartment.
Peace,
Mark

I had a long weekend because of Veterans’ Day. And how did I spend it? Being sick. Yup, three days of coughing, sniffling, nausea, and other assorted excitement. Feeling better now, although the antibiotics I’m on have turned my intestines into oatmeal. Maybe it’s payback for making fun of people who read Tom Clancy. I’m not sure if I’ll go to work tomorrow, but I probably need the distraction.
Since I didn’t have energy to do much else, I caught up with a bunch of stuff that was sitting on my TiVo. Great toy. But now I’m feeling a bit burned out from too much TV. Blech.
I need to get some yogurt or something.
Peace,
Mark

I hope everyone got out to vote today. Polls just closed in Minnesota and we probably won’t have results on the critical races until early morning. I have CNN playing in a window on my desktop as I type this. No surprises so far. What’s that? Who did I vote for? I’m not telling. Absolutely not.
My computer crashed over the weekend, so I had the joyful task of re-installing Windows and all of my software. Fortunately, I didn’t lose anything. But it reminds me that I need to backup my data.
I was sitting at a lunch meeting today when the conversation turned to books. One person began extolling the virtues of Tom Clancy, the bestselling author of bloated thrillers. I could barely swallow my cheesecake. Did I used to read him? Yes. Is he mildy amusing? Sometimes. Is he a conservative hack techno-fetishist who couldn’t write a three-dimensional character if you held a gun to his head? Absolutely. Sometimes I bemoan the state of American popular culture. Fortunately, good books are still out there.
Remember Wellstone,
Mark