Holy shit, hello Eric Alterman! I think we may be married now -- there is something about mutual linking or something, I think.
And, uhm, you know, Regular Readers of People Way Smarter Than Me, last week wasn't one of my best (though I did think the revelation that one of my exes seems to work at a neo-con rag was shocking and so, so much worse than the guy I dated who is now in the Blue Man Group, shudder!). Uhm. Anyway. So feel free to browse the archives in search of something sassier/funnier/more topical.
God, I feel like I've been caught with my hair in curlers!
Moving on: I was just wondering the other day when the Bush administration would get back to their usual compassionate and conservative antics like executing the retarded and cutting early childhood education programs to the poor. And what better way to celebrate the election than by picking on the terminally ill! Woo! Because if cancer patients smoke pot, the terrorists totally will have won.
Mr. Pink picked up the newish David Cross record last Friday (fuck you, Adbusters, we buy what we want, and plus, it's on Sub Pop!) and we listened to it on the way to Noho...and you know, didn't he, uhm, say something about how we know what The Terrorists want because they are always saying it rather explicitly? Only, of course, he said it funny, whereas I am saying it terrifiedly.
And yeah, "terrifiedly"? Not a word. I know.
Also: I have a new theory I am working on having to do with Madonna and Gwen Stefani and the obviously supernatural force that guides their careers, raising one up while smiting the other...developing...