February 2009


It’s short, and Bonnie is right, it is ultimately meaningless.

But here’s what I know: This dog will protect, comfort, play with whenever the child desires, love, and die for this adorable little human.

I just love this clip.

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…making it awfully tough for my native cynicism.

He’s no magician. He can’t do it himself. But every time I watch him speak, I have hope. And anyone who thinks we didn’t elect the right guy is a fucking idiot.

President Obama is very, very good at his job.

Unemployment, sadness, and personal illness of grand proportions creep ever closer. It’s only days now.

Kind of an interesting time to be around.

My man has been storing some stuff up, and as usual it is very good.

He gets it. Even better, he can write it.

With all due respect, fuck you, David Denby. The little people are pissed off, and out here in the hinterlands, “fuck you” is fairly normal discourse, even with people we like. “Civil,” even. Usually just funny, laughter being a key part to maintaining some level of sanity as we count on the morons who drove the bus into the ditch to fix the whole fucking mess from their glorious perches above us, worrying not about what most of us actually experience.

Snark, ridicule, is all we have. And I’m sorry for you, Mr. Denby, that there are so many so good at it.

Here’s a thought, D.D. Release your financial profile, and maybe we’ll consider your vapors more seriously, if we can see that you are relatable from the actual real life place most of us live.

Until then, you’re just another sanctimonious, pretentious, out-of-touch dick who doesn’t get it.

Update: The link embedded in the link above is such a terrific and ironically brilliant example of high-art snark that it needs to be re-linked. One you might not want to miss, if you’re in to that sort of thing.

It is a lovely piece of asking the old man yelling at you to get off his lawn, “Why? We’re not hurting anything. For some reason, you just think we are. You’re too mean and creepy for us to stick around long enough to hurt your perfect lawn, and your dog kind of enjoys the attention. Oh, and congratulations for raising a great dog. Because, you know, that’s really hard.”

Update 2: Oh, and Mr. Denby? Hungry sick hopeless homeless people are not going to be too interested in civil discourse with you, should you ever run into a pack of them. I hope for both of us that doesn’t happen, and I mean that in the most civil way.

My life is like “Must Love Dogs,” the movie, except without the dogs, Diane Lane or the cuteness and charm of John Cusack’s character.

I’m gonna chalk it up as a phase.

Rumor has it we’ll be getting our first wave of layoffs this week. 30% in total, though no one knows for sure how long it will take to get to that number.

I’ve been there a long time, and have strong good feelings about many of my colleagues. It’s fair to say I even love some of them.

So even if I “win” and don’t get the axe, there is at best a good deal of vicarious pain and suffering ahead. Some of the people who lose their jobs are going to be in for some very bad times.

No good.

The Great Bong Hit Story of 2009 gets weirder. Radley is all over it, as usual.

Seth had it about right in my eyes.

Madness.

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