What would you have seen on "60 Minutes" had the flap over the Rather memos not eclipsed everything else in the media echo chamber? Well, probably a comprehensive report on faulty intelligence that led our nation into a bloody war that killed more than 1,000 soldiers and God knows how many civillians. So, you know, nothing important. I stab thee, CBS! Don't be so chickenshit!
Sorry I have been MIA, but you know, I am real busy working on a little post TBP (to be posted -- yes, I am now coining my own acronyms, thankyouverymuch) about whether or not we are in the End Times and whether or not Bush is the Anti-Christ. It's been ages since I read Revelations, so you know, it's slow going. Also, I am knitting that Frida poncho...so between my twin hobbies -- hating Bush and knitting -- I am swamped.
But there's this for all you Ohio readers -- in-fucking-sane, don't you think? The fewer new voters (more likely to be young and/or of color, which also would mean they'd be more likely to be Kerry voters) that actually have their votes counted, the larger the margin for Bush, I think the theory here goes.
And two good articles from Harper's -- a history of the war in Iraq told entirely in lies (which also happen to be direct quotes from the Bush administration, quelle coincidence!) and a good piece by Naomi Klein, who is goddamned brilliant. (I have the equally goddamned brilliant Ms. Erin to thank for making me aware of Naomi Klein, you know.)
Also, I have been dreaming -- literally and figuratively -- of getting a dog! How about a rat terrier? I saw one the other day and it was just j'adorable and could sooo fit in my favorite handbags! And the fact that I am completely serious about this makes me worried that I have become a vaguely political and less rich Paris Hilton or, you know, whatever other amateur porn starlet we're all caring about these days. Ick!
It is an excellent weekend for football, kids. I wonder if Rush Limbaugh is going to write a letter of apology to Donovan McNabb yet. Ha ha, just kidding, we all know that Rush Limbaugh's hillbilly heroin addiction has left him illiterate!
Other topics of discussion in Casa Pink this weekend: what Mr. Pink's college roommate's alarm clock said in Japanese; whether or not it is possible to genetically engineer tiny pet-sized rhinos, and if it is possible, why in the name of God has this has not been done; if those cool boots they wear in Hero are available for purchase, and, if so, would they look dorky on us; and Brett Favre: Gay Icon.
Aww, I was just watching EPSN's "NFL Live" and they had on Donovan McNabb. Asked why he seemed more relaxed this year, he said that he was eating well and reading a lot of good books. It's as though he cracked open my heart and pulled out the two things that could possibly make me love him more: books and nutrition. Oh Donovan!
Knitting-wise. I bought some Jaeger Luxury Tweed for another Mr. Pink scarf (he walks to work and I did give up awful fast on that alpaca scarf last week-ish) and a bunch of Debbie Bliss Cotton Angora to make the Frida poncho...and, of course, I received my yarn for the Rebecca all-in-one, after being inspired by Ms. City Knitter. And I have to put a thumb on a mitten for Afghans for Afghans's upcoming shipment date (hurry up, kids!) and some comfort presents for all my very sad friends...and I promised my mom's best friend that she could have a scarf when I come home for Christmas...and I have to find yarn for my dad, uncle and their best friend to have matching slip-stitched hats to wear to the Rochester High School football games next fall (in the school colors, of course), also for Christmas...so, you know, if you will excuse me, I have some fucking knitting to do.
Stories I have heard from my various girlfriends in the past few months, in no specific order: she found a lump the size of a 3 lb. baby in her stomach; her boyfriend cancelled their lease and left her stranded with her dog and elderly cat to sleep in her car until she can find an apartment; her husband has not been able to hold down a job for the past four years; her boyfriend informed her that their five year relationship was holding him back from his dream of [insert pathetic midlife-crisis type "dream" here]; she has only lived in the same house as her husband of three years for two months due to job transfers; her new "flex time" job kept her in the office from 5am to 9pm every day, with still more piles of work to bring home.
God, what shit!
But, you know, autumn really is a lovely time of year.