2004-10-20 09:06
digitaldiscipline
First, your Buck Fush moment of Zen [tm]: "We're not going to have any casualties." Please, for the love of ghod, help toss this asshat out of the Oval Office.
Second, those of you who are C11 voters, the keys went out last night. And, despite lacking a bid page, The Pants of Boo are again a contendah.
"Grainy" is an understatement today. Working on about three hours' shuteye at the moment. Glad the BoSox didn't screw the pooch, but that A-Rod play had me shouting "Holy fuck, it's Buckner again! Hang onto the fucking ball!" until the umps got it right in their discussion.
Also: New Yorkers are weather wusses. The crowd shots would lead you to believe it was twelve fucking degrees, the way they were bundled up. It was 46. Sure, you should have a sweater and/or a light jacket on, and gloves certainly wouldn't hurt if you're going to be sitting on your ass for three hours, but that whole Nanook of the North motif is just silly.
"The Dark Tower" is less awful than I'd been expecting, but it's still got its awkward chunks. Gnawing slowly through it, my annoyance at the reliance on Hearts In Atlantis (which, imnsho, was utterly unremarkable, and I barely remember reading, though it sits on my shelves) has peaked, I hope.
Second, those of you who are C11 voters, the keys went out last night. And, despite lacking a bid page, The Pants of Boo are again a contendah.
"Grainy" is an understatement today. Working on about three hours' shuteye at the moment. Glad the BoSox didn't screw the pooch, but that A-Rod play had me shouting "Holy fuck, it's Buckner again! Hang onto the fucking ball!" until the umps got it right in their discussion.
Also: New Yorkers are weather wusses. The crowd shots would lead you to believe it was twelve fucking degrees, the way they were bundled up. It was 46. Sure, you should have a sweater and/or a light jacket on, and gloves certainly wouldn't hurt if you're going to be sitting on your ass for three hours, but that whole Nanook of the North motif is just silly.
"The Dark Tower" is less awful than I'd been expecting, but it's still got its awkward chunks. Gnawing slowly through it, my annoyance at the reliance on Hearts In Atlantis (which, imnsho, was utterly unremarkable, and I barely remember reading, though it sits on my shelves) has peaked, I hope.
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