Yesterday I ordered a FujiFilm FinePix A205 digital camera, and already I feel like Calvin waiting for his propeller beanie. (TPCQ: "Hey, maybe the mailman made two trips today for some reason and he just dropped it off at our house.") It's been years since I've owned a decent camera (actually, I've never owned a really decent camera -- my last one was a piece of crud auto-everything two-bit toy), so I'm very excited about being able to snap pics of stuff. And digital cameras are so much cheaper than regular photography! Huzzah! I usually don't get excited about shiny electronics, but this one's really stirring my gravy.

HalliBush Wars, Inc

Thanks to Diane for linking us to Kurt Vonnegut on the Bush administration.

I myself feel that our country, for whose Constitution I fought in a just war, might as well have been invaded by Martians and body snatchers. Sometimes I wish it had been. What has happened, though, is that it has been taken over by means of the sleaziest, low-comedy, Keystone Cops-style coup d'etat imaginable. And those now in charge of the federal government are upper-crust C-students who know no history or geography, plus not-so-closeted white supremacists, aka "Christians," and plus, most frighteningly, psychopathic personalities, or "PPs."

Random

Remember when everyone freaked out because Michael Jackson held his baby out of a window, fifty feet in the air? Well, weren't we being worrywarts -- turns out babies can survive four-story drops! Well, Korean babies can.

The Korea Times newspaper reported a shop sign broke the baby's fall after the mother threw him out the window because she did not want her boyfriend to find out she had given birth to another man's child.

There's a paragraph that wouldn't make any freakin' sense out of context.

What does Cuba need? Bowling! Actually, the Creole bowling described here sounds a little like curling.

Yeah, I was printed in Chicken Soup for the Soul -- and that gives me a right to get drunk and harrass my neighbors!

Some residents of her subdivision said Travoss drunkenly harassed them after a volatile Homeowners Association meeting, where she had lost an election to the board. . . . "She said I was going to be sorry about the way I voted," said the resident, who asked not to be identified. "And then she started singing the National Anthem. I told her, 'I know it's you, Jill, I have Caller ID.'"

Jill is currently working on a poem for the upcoming book Chicken Soup for the Drunken Sore Loser's Soul.

TimeWaster™

Spybotics (Shockwave). Takes a little getting into, but it's pretty fun and addictive.

Today I'm listening to: Digitally Imported! (Ahh, no one ever follows the link anyway.)