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Interviewer: “So what type of acts do you manage?” Agent: “Oh, uh, well I have several types… I have a bunch of look-alikes.” Interviewer: “oh?” Agent: “Yeah, I’ve got a Kirk—(David Brent interjects “Michael Douglas”) yeah, Michael Douglas look-alike, yeah.

Guess what, assholes, I’m gonna stay right here. You know why? Because that way my ranting and raving can be accompanied by a louder and more effective tool, my fucking vote.

The sad thing about this humorous mock news story is that it’s true: Nation’s Poor win Election for Nation’s Rich

satan: “I’ll see your re-election of US President Bush, and raise you The Death of Palestinian leader Yasser Arafat!”

“The Titanic sails at dawn, everyone’s shouting, which side are you on?” —Bob Dylan

Washington, DC November 3, 2004

CNN is projecting Ohio a green state, too close to call, blah blah blah. It’s 2AM, and I am sick to my stomach. Why is it this close? Look at all that red! This is sickening. You make me sick, America 51%, and your 249 EVs and counting. Sick to my stomach.

Well, I’m riding in on the late train, as Brenda & I hit the polls this morning. Compared to all the media coverage given to the bullying tactics of the right, and the warnings to bring plenty of ID and carry the voter fraud whistleblower’s hotline number—sound strategies in a lot of districts I’m sure—our experience was nearly laughable. I should have known, since we live in an area full of H1 visa holders. Many of my neighbors are simply not eligible to vote. And so when we arrived at the polls at 8AM this morning, voters were outnumbered by voting assistants. It was eerie. “Where’s the furor? where’s the passion?” Certainly not at Indiana Avenue Elementary School. I only hope that they see their fair share of eligible voters this year. Which, of course means 55% if we have a great turnout, which is pathetic.

Folks, it’s just a few days away now. Please vote. And before you do, think. You’re smarter than these people. Look at the facts, look at the events, and think.

The most pathetic losing streak in all of sport is over. Finally. I’m sick and tired of hearing about it. To be honest, it’s a bit of an anti-climax – for this Yankee fan, anyhow.

Recently, I reached my one-year anniversary of aircraft ownership. I always said I’d give it a year and then look at what this is all costing me, and then decide if it was worth it. When the milestone was passed, I tallied up all the hours I flew in the 12-month period, and divided by the total outlay of money for the same period to derive a “cost per hour”, which all aircraft owners know is bullshit. I’m no accountant, but even accountants can’t agree on how to assimilate all the costs of owning and flying an aircraft and boil them down into an accurate cost per hour. I thought maybe I should look at things differently.

I think that when you appear in the release notes for this software, you are officially a geek.

Nyea nyea ne nyea nyea, Boston won, the Yankees lost. Ha! To the smug faces of New England, I say: “eh, so what.”

Yesterday’s American League playoff game was a study in contrasts. It started at 5:00PM Eastern time, so I had to listen to it on the radio, which meant getting re-aquainted with my old pals John Sterling and Charlie Steiner. I still miss the old team of Sterling and Michael Kay, but the Sterling & Steiner show is not bad either. There is something about the radio guys, the good ones, that adds a whole other layer to baseball games. Their ability to verbally paint you a picture of the action, the repartee that evolves after 162 regular season games, and the feeling that you are a part of their little gang, all help to make listening to a ballgame just as much fun as watching one.

“All you have to do is tell them you are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for their lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in every country.” – Hermann Goering

My friend sent me this today. She lives in Boston. I think this encapsulates the Yankees/Red Sox rivalry about as well as anything:

Hey, have you been wishin’ you had a weblog, so that you could vent about this administration, but lacked the computer geek skills? Or perhaps you just think bloggers are vain idiots? Well, then how about taking some cardboard and magic marker, and goin’ bloggin’ on the Interstate?

Did you ever notice how the largest-breasted women on the sales staff always seem to work the petite section of the women’s clothing stores? What’s the deal there? Is it some kind of global conversion conspiracy? Let me tell you something people, it ain’t gonna work.

Quoting from Ron Suskind’s “The Price of Loyalty”: