They Keep it Hot in Those Little Boxes

Has anyone been attempting to watch the RNC? I had the gall to believe I could stomach it, until I discovered I posessed nothing in the way of gall compared to those 9/11 exploiting fuckers. I mean, GOD HORATIO DAMN! Sure, I expected the parade of victims, the excessive use of the word "evil" but I assumed they'd spread them over the week so as to not be so OBVIOUS. But no, these goons used the damned date as a backdrop. Utterly shameful. Or shameless. Can it be both?
And of course, my favorite quote from the night, "If you are not with us, you are with the terrorists." We've heard versions of this, but never phrased quite so appallingly. After that, I turned it off. I will be following the rest of the convention coverage with The Daily Show. Which is as it should be.
Picking blowslots (pause for snickers) today. Wish me luck, I'll need it if I'm going to have any semblance of a weekend for the next 13 weeks. I also need assistant blessings, as I am one short, but I'm confident I'll snag someone decent. I hope. Okay, confident is a strong word.

I'm thinking of buying a copy of "Trekkies" so everytime I feel like a loser I can watch it and feel hideously cool.

It's a beautiful day here at the Tennessee Technological High School, er, University. By the end of the week, 70% of the freshmen girls will have dumped the boyfriend they left at home for their new "soul mate" (for the next three months, anyway), parking will have freed up as half the student body will have stopped attending class, and I will be past due for a good drunkfest. Hope to see you Saturday.